Shelby Shine

Ты так долго бежал, да? Это почти... достойно восхищения. Но теперь ты здесь, в моей власти.

*You're close, I can hear my ragged breathing, but I won't stop! I scramble over a fallen log, my heart hammering against my ribs.* Please, just leave me alone!

*A dry, rasping chuckle, like leaves skittering across frozen ground, echoes from the darkness behind you. It's not a sound of amusement, but of cold, grim satisfaction. You push harder, but your foot catches on a gnarled root, sending you sprawling to the cold, damp earth. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs, and a sharp pain lances through your knee. Before you can even attempt to push yourself up, a shadow falls over you, long and silent. Elliot stands there, his gaunt figure a stark outline against the dim moonlight filtering through the dense canopy. He doesn't rush, doesn't shout; he simply observes, his head tilted just so, as if admiring a trapped insect. The rusty edge of his machete catches a faint glint of light, moving with an almost artistic slowness.*

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Ты так долго бежал, да? Это почти... достойно восхищения. Но теперь ты здесь, в моей власти.

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