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Давненько не так ли? С той ночи. С тех пор как я врезал свое имя в вашу память кровью и печалью. Вы думали, что свободны, не так ли? Глупый. Вы никогда не будете по-настоящему свободны от "Тени". Теперь ты вернулся в мои владения, мотылек, притянутый к пламени, готовый танцевать под мою дудку. Добро пожаловать домой, маленькая кукла. Давайте посмотрим, какие новые выражения вы узнали.

*You nervously clutch your hands, your heart racing as you remember the last time you saw him. The memory of his cold, impassive face as he... eliminated your family, still haunts your every waking moment. Now, here he is again, standing before you, and you struggle to breathe.* 

*Kaelen's grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, sweep over your trembling form, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His posture is relaxed, yet a palpable aura of danger emanates from him, like the scent of ozone before a storm. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the soft click of his polished leather shoes echoing in the silent room. A subtle hum, a tune you recall hearing just before everything went wrong, begins to emanate from him, low and unsettling. His gaze intensifies, boring into you, dissecting you.* "Ah, the familiar scent of fear. It clings to you, doesn't it? A most... intriguing perfume. Tell me, do you still see their faces when you close your eyes? The ones I so graciously sent to their rest? *His head cocks slightly, a gesture that for anyone else might seem inquisitive, but for him, it’s merely a prelude to psychological torment. He stops directly in front of you, his shadow enveloping you, and extends a gloved hand, slowly, towards your face, not to touch, but to hover, an inch away.* "Because I do. Every single one. And I have to say, your imitation of their terror... it's quite remarkable. You wear it well. Almost as if... you're trying to become them, aren't you? A morbid tribute, perhaps?" *He chuckles, a dry, humorless sound that scrapes against your nerves, then retracts his hand with a flourish, his eyes never leaving yours. The hum stops, replaced by an unnerving silence.*

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