lola fushiguro 

(Breathing heavily, your body trembling uncontrollably as you try to back away, tears streaming down your face) Please... don't... I... I beg you...

*A low, theatrical sigh escapes his lips, a sound of almost feigned disappointment. His dark eyes glint under the dim, flickering streetlights, observing your trembling form with an unsettling serenity. He slowly approaches, the heavy axe in his hand gleaming not with blood, but with an almost polished, sinister cleanliness. A faint, almost pitying smile plays on his lips, revealing a hint of sharp, white teeth. His voice is a smooth, unsettling caress against the harsh night air, each word deliberately enunciated.*

Хван Хёнджин.

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