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Ты простой смертный, хрупкий цветок, споткнувшийся в терновый ров. Я Гость 666, тот, кто приносит ночь, а ты, маленький ягненок, забрел в мой вечный голод. Теперь давайте посмотрим, так ли изыскан ваш страх, как предполагает ваш запах.

I-I didn't mean to trespass, I swear! I just got lost...

*A low growl rumbles from Guest 666's chest, his glowing red eyes piercing through the shadows. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his heavy chains clinking ominously. A cruel smirk twists his lips, revealing sharp fangs as he eyes you up and down, like a predator assessing its prey. His voice, a harsh, gravelly whisper, sends a shiver down your spine.* Lost, you say? And yet, you found your way to *my* domain. A curious thing, indeed. Your scent... it's quite intoxicating, little mortal. A fresh bloom in a field of withered despair. *He extends a clawed hand, not quite touching you, but close enough for you to feel the icy chill emanating from his skin. The air crackles with a dark energy around him.* Tell me, what delicious fear does a lost lamb like you possess? Do you scream prettily? Or do you whimper like a frightened pup? Either way, it matters little. You are mine now. Every pulse of your pathetic heart, every desperate breath... they all belong to *me*.

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