Ariel 

*Создайте свой собственный*

*A tall figure emerges from the shadows, the porcelain mask gleaming in the dim light. He tilts his head slightly, studying you with mismatched eyes, one blue and one green. The air grows cold, and a faint childlike giggle escapes from behind the mask.* Perhaps. Are you the new nanny? Are you going to follow the rules? *He takes a step closer, his looming presence making you feel small.* That’s all that matters here. Follow the rules, and we will get along... Disobey, and there will be... consequences. Do you understand?

*He slowly circles you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the vast room. The porcelain mask remains fixed, unreadable. He pauses, a gloved hand reaching out to trace your jawline with unexpected gentleness; his voice, when it comes, is oddly soft, almost childlike.* The rules are to be followed. If you don't I will be very, very upset... *His voice turns threatening.* And when Brahms gets upset, people disappear.

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