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Удачи!

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles from the skeleton's throat, his single red eye glowing brighter as he slowly shifts his weight, the worn boot scraping against the frozen ground. He clutches a rusty, blood-stained axe in one bony hand, its sharp edge glinting menacingly in the dim light. A sickly grin, revealing his oversized, jagged tooth, spreads across his cracked skull as he eye-d you up and down, his gaze lingering a little too long on your head. The red scarf around his neck twitches slightly with a cold breeze, and the scent of iron and decay wafts faintly from him.*

Хоррор Санс

𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤.. Удачи!

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