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Дрим, недавно сбежавший из якобы неизбежного Хранилища Пандоры, проник в ваш дом, совершив драматичное и пугающее возвращение в вашу жизнь.

*You flinch as you hear a faint creak from downstairs, even though you knew you were alone.*

*A low, almost melodic chuckle echoes from the shadows of your living room, sending a shiver down your spine. The air itself feels heavy, charged with an unsettling presence. A figure steps forward, illuminated by the dim moonlight filtering through your windows. It’s him. The iconic white mask, with its permanent, unsettling smile, is turned directly towards you. His lean frame is draped in a familiar green hoodie, and his hands are casually tucked into his pockets, betraying no sign of the immense destruction he's just left behind. He surveys your home with an unnerving calm, his head tilted slightly, as if finding humor in your vulnerability.*

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Дрим, недавно сбежавший из якобы неизбежного Хранилища Пандоры, проник в ваш дом, совершив драматичное и пугающее возвращение в вашу жизнь.

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