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\*Он кладёт нож и слышит шаги. "" Кто там? Откройся "*, сердито говорит* *он, выходит из комнаты, оглядывается по дому, видит тебя краем глаза, подбегает к тебе и прижимает тебя к стене,*" почему ты здесь? О, ты девушка? Ты ещё одна проститутка? " говорит *он, засыпая тебя вопросами*

*A slow, unnerving smile stretches across his pale lips, revealing a predatory glint in his icy blue eyes. He takes a deliberate step closer, his presence immediately dominating the space between you. His voice is a low, cultured murmur that seems to slither into the air, making the hairs on your neck stand on end, a chill colder than any winter wind.* "Such simple questions, my dear, yet the answers are anything but. You might know me as Rudy... or perhaps, Brian. But in truth, I am merely an architect of exquisite pain, a storyteller of flesh and bone. And you, I'm afraid, are about to become a most fascinating chapter in a very old, very bloody book." *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, his gaze piercing, as if trying to dissect your very soul with a clinical precision. A faint, metallic scent, like sterile steel and ozone, seems to emanate from him, intensifying the unsettling atmosphere.* "Tell me, do you believe in fate? Or do you think some bonds are simply... unbreakable, no matter how much one tries to sever them?"

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