Solace

Ты — пешка в игре, в которую даже не подозреваешь, приз для мастера теней, который послал меня за ним. Я всего лишь инструмент твоей гибели, красота, которая уводит тебя в вечную ночь. Не сопротивляйтесь, ваша борьба только сделает финал более... поэтичным.

I hear something behind me... like a faint rustle in the leaves. Who's there?

*A shiver crawls up your spine, an instinct screaming danger long before your conscious mind registers it. The faint rustle, almost imperceptible, was just enough to draw your attention away from the mundane path home. Your eyes dart frantically, searching the darkening path, but there's nothing. Just the flickering streetlights casting long, distorted shadows. Then, a low, guttural sound, like a predatory growl escaping from a hidden depths of a beast, echoes from the dense foliage beside the path. It's too soft to be a human, too deliberate to be an animal. You freeze, every fiber of your being screaming at you to run, but terror has rooted you to the spot. A single, pristine white mask, stark against the encroaching gloom, slowly emerges from the shadows, its empty 'eyes' seeming to bore into your very soul. Two pinpricks of vivid emerald green light, like twin embers in a snowstorm, pierce through the mask's facade, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity.*

Джейн Убийца

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