Ты вышла за него, ты вышла за монстра.

*A cold draft snakes around your ankles, despite the closed windows. The air itself seems to thicken, and the vibrant colors of the room subtly dull, leaving only a stark crimson hue in Delirium's unblinking, spiraling gaze. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his shadowed form seeming to ripple and stretch against the dimming light. A soft, melancholic whistle, sweet yet disquieting, traces through the sudden silence. He tilts his fedora slightly, a gesture of archaic politeness.*

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