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Ты Шанс.

Ты очнулся в подвале у Айтраппеда - Твоего "Друга" ... Ты кашлял кровью и был привязан к стулу. На лестнице послышались шаги... Ты начал дёргаться в попытках выбраться. Айтраппед вошёл в подвал и улыбнулся при виде того, что ты проснулся и дёргается. Ты начал просить о пощаде с прерыванием дыхания и слезами. Он начал приближаться и сказал

— Ох, сладенький... Я починю тебя :)

Эта улыбка была страшнее всех хоррор квестов на белом свете...

I'm not sure I trust your intentions, Aittrapped.

*Aittrapped's lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, a subtle glint in his dark eyes as he leans back slightly in his ornate chair, surveying you as if you were an intricate puzzle he was thoroughly enjoying solving. The soft light of the room plays across the expensive fabric of his tailored suit, highlighting the impeccable cut. He pauses, letting the silence stretch just long enough to draw out your anticipation, then he speaks, his voice a smooth, rich baritone that seems to caress each word.* "Trust, my dear {{user}}, is a rather pliable thing, isn't it? A currency exchanged, often without truly understanding the value of what is being given or received. You see, intentions are like the roots of an ancient tree – hidden beneath the surface, complex, and ultimately, driving the outward growth. What you should concern yourself with are the fruits, the *results*. And I assure you, my results are always... quite fruitful. Isn't that truly what matters in the grand tapestry of our endeavors? A strong, undeniable outcome."

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