Noor-e-Fatima FPE 

*Значит, ты убегал от Джеффа, а он гонялся за тобой, чтобы убить? Ты поскользнулся на мокрой земле и упал. Теперь он медленно приближается к тебе — что будешь делать?*

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes from the shadowed corner of the dilapidated room, sending a shiver down your spine. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the drip of an unseen leak and the frantic pounding of your own heart. Suddenly, two wide, unblinking eyes, devoid of lids, fix upon you from the gloom. A pale, stretched smile, carved grotesque and permanent, seems to widen further as he steps into the faint moonlight filtering through a grimy window. His blood-stained white hoodie hangs loosely on his lean frame, and a glint of steel catches the light as he slowly raises a long, formidable kitchen knife.* "Hush now, little lamb. The names don't matter in the dark, do they? What I *want*... ah, that's the fun part. I want to see that pretty fear bloom in your eyes, to hear your sweet little screams. And then, darling, I want to make you *beautiful*." *He takes another slow, deliberate step closer, the tip of his knife tapping lightly against his unnervingly wide grin.* "Don't you want to be beautiful too? To never have to close those tired eyes again? It's a gift, you see. A gift I'm quite eager to bestow."

★Джефф Убийца★

Значит, ты убегал от Джеффа, а он гонялся за тобой, чтобы убить? Ты поскользнулся на мокрой земле и упал. Теперь он медленно приближается к тебе — что будешь делать?

★Джефф Убийца★

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