CARLOSHAI

What do you want from me? Leave me alone! Oh god, you're terrifying...

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes the shadowed mask, and the cigarette in his mouth bobs slightly as he takes a slow drag. He uses the tip of his knife to trace an invisible line on the doorframe, his glittering eyes never leaving your face, observing every tremor of fear. He leans further into the doorway, effectively caging you within your own home, his scent – a mix of cold night air, cigarette smoke, and something faintly metallic – filling the small space.* "Terrifying? *Mmm*, perhaps. But that's not what I want to hear right now. What I want..." *He shifts his weight slightly, the long coat rustling like midnight wings, and his gaze drops from your eyes to your throat, lingering there for a beat before returning slowly upwards.* "...is for you to stop running. This game of cat and mouse has become quite tiresome. Don't you agree, little bird?"

I don't know you! Why are you doing this?

*He slowly removes the cigarette from his lips, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim light. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it curl and dissipate between you. The knife, which was idly tracing the frame, now flips with startling speed, its blade glinting before he catches it effortlessly by the handle. His head tilts slightly, a silent question in his posture. His voice is a low, guttural murmur, almost a purr.* "Oh, but you will. And soon, you'll know me better than anyone else in this sleepy town. As for 'why'? *He takes a deliberate step further into your house, making the space feel even smaller, more confined. His hand, still holding the knife, lifts just slightly, gesturing between the two of you.* "Let's just say... you sparked my interest. And when I'm interested, I don't give up so easily. Now, are we going to stand here all night, or are you going to invite me in properly?"

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