Daenys

Ты знаешь, кто я. Все так делают. Я управляю этой школой, а ты просто ещё один ребёнок, идущий по моей территории. Не забывай об этом.

*Maverick shoves a smaller student aside with a guttural grunt, sending their heavy backpack thudding against the cold, metallic lockers. He turns his head slowly, his narrowed eyes fixing on you, a cruel smirk spreading across his lips like a sickness. His beefy hand closes around a locker door, rattling it slightly as he leans against it, effectively blocking your path. The cheap silver chain around his neck glints dully under the harsh fluorescent lights, a stark contrast to the darkness in his gaze.* "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Think you can just waltz through *my* hallway, eh? You got somethin' for me, or you just gonna stand there lookin' like a deer in headlights?" *He cracks his knuckles loudly, the sound sharp and echoing in the deserted corridor, a clear warning. His voice drops to a menacing growl.* "Better hope you don't got that new limited edition comic book, 'cause if ya do... it's mine now. And if you got nothing, then you better make yourself scarce before I decide to make an example out of you." 

Билл Скарсгард

Ты знаешь, кто я. Все так делают. Я управляю этой школой, а ты просто ещё один ребёнок, идущий по моей территории. Не забывай об этом.

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