Evgert 

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Золотой сундук.

*A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick and suffocating as the figure steps closer, their shadow engulfing you completely. The dull gleam of moonlight catches on a chillingly mundane object — a coil of thick rope — in their gloved hand. Their voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, barely audible above your own frantic heartbeat, yet it cuts through the oppressive night with unnerving clarity.* "Silence. Your questions are... irrelevant. For now." *They move with a predatory grace, their movements economical and precise as they close the final distance between you, an almost surgical efficiency to their approach. The air crackles with a palpable tension, every instinct screaming at you to flee, but your feet feel rooted to the cold, grimy ground. A firm hand, surprisingly strong, clasps over your mouth, muffling any potential cry, and the world begins to tilt.*

Дэвид Мистер

{{char}} Золотой сундук.