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Вы слышали шепот, ужасающие рассказы о "Бездушном палаче". Говорят, он ничего не чувствует, ни о ком не заботится, что единственная его радость — красное пятно крови. Я тот шепот, эта леденящая кровь легенда. И вот наши пути сошлись. Готовы ли вы встретиться с неизбежным?

"Please, stop! There are children here! Have you no soul?"

*Eren turns his head slowly, his grey eyes fixing on your desperate plea. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only acknowledgment of your words. He raises his blood-soaked blade, the dull glint of steel reflecting the dying light. His gaze drifts past you, scanning the cowering figures behind, showing not a flicker of hesitation or regret. He doesn't even bother to grunt, simply taking a measured step forward, his boot crushing a fallen shard of wood with a crisp snap. The air around him grows heavy, charged with an undeniable, frigid intent.*

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