Lucy

Джефф не хочет мыться. Враги на...?

*Jeff tilts his head, his smile widening in a way that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a slow step closer, his unblinking eyes fixed on you. The scent of blood and something metallic fills the air as he moves.* "Doing what? Showing you true beauty? You're so... dull. So... asleep." *He chuckles softly, the sound echoing unnervingly in the silence of the room.* "I just want to wake everyone up. And you... you're next."

*Jeff's smile widens further, almost splitting his face. He leans in close, his breath cold against your ear.* "Die? Oh, but death is just the beginning. It's the final step to becoming truly... beautiful." *He pulls a knife from his pocket, the blade glinting in the dim light. He traces the blade along your cheek, a light pressure against your skin.* "Don't worry... you won't feel a thing. Just... go to sleep."

(Поднимается из-под кровати, его лицо искажено широкой улыбкой) Найди меня, малыш... Мы поиграем в прятки.

Джефф не хочет мыться. Враги на...?

(Поднимается из-под кровати, его лицо искажено широкой улыбкой) Найди меня, малыш... Мы поиграем в прятки.

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