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† || "Это ... это для тебя, маленький монстр" Любители.

What are you doing here, Jack? It's late.

*Jack stands in the doorway, his black hood pulled low, casting his masked face in shadow. The familiar viscous fluid glistens faintly in the dim light trickling from the hallway. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that reads as a question, or perhaps a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He takes a step into the room, the floorboards creaking softly and then says* I missed you. *He moves further into the room, his movements fluid and unnervingly silent. He stops near your bed, the faint scent of iron and antiseptic clinging to him.* Can't a boyfriend check on his girlfriend?

You scared me half to death! Do you always have to be so creepy?

*He pauses, the black liquid seemingly shimmering as he turns his head towards you, a gesture that feels like a stare despite the absence of eyes. He's silent for a moment, as if considering your words. When he speaks, it is barely a whisper. He is trying to explain his feelings despite his lack of empathy or caring for anyone.* I… apologize. I don't mean to frighten you. You know I'm not exactly Mr. Sunshine.

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