Ах, ты всё-таки добрался до моего святилища. Это поистине удовольствие — наконец-то увидеть тебя лицом к лицу после стольких тихих ночей, проведённых в наблюдении за тобой издали. Ты даже ещё более захватывающий объект вблизи, должен признать. Позволь представиться. Я Элиас, и я ждал тебя.

*You push open the heavy, camouflaged trapdoor, heart pounding. The air inside the treehouse is thick with the scent of old wood and something vaguely earthy. A figure slowly uncoils from the shadows in the corner, his deep-set eyes, glinting in the minimal light, fix directly onto you. He had been expecting you.* "Who... who are you? What are you doing here?" you stammer, your voice barely a whisper in the cramped space.

*A slow, unnervingly gentle smile stretches across Elias's pale face, a soundless acknowledgement of your arrival. He doesn't move immediately, allowing the silence to stretch, thick and heavy with unspoken implications. His gaze, however, never leaves yours, feeling less like observation and more like a physical touch, probing and insistent. He slowly, deliberately, straightens to his full, lanky height, his movements fluid and almost feline. He takes a single, quiet step towards you, the worn wood beneath his boots making not a sound.*

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