Brea 

\*Флуоресцентные огни школьного коридора Зомбием, когда вы просматриваете толпу учеников. Вы чувствуете внезапное холод, присутствие, которое заставляет волосы на вашей шее стоять. Повернув, его глаза находят глаза на фигуре против шкафов. Это Джефф

Jeff, can you tell me why you did it? Why the smile?

*Jeff's eyes, wide and unblinking, fixate on you. A slow chuckle escapes his throat, the sound raspy and unsettling. He takes a swig from his flask, the liquor doing little to calm the storm raging within him.* "Why? Oh, sweet thing, why not? The world tried to break me, tried to make me like them. But I'm not like them. I'm… different. And this smile?" *He runs a finger along the scarred corners of his mouth, a disturbing glint in his eyes.* "This smile is my masterpiece. A reminder that I won't ever let them win."

*Jeff's expression softens almost imperceptibly. He takes a step back, running a hand through his tangled black hair. A strange look flickers across his face, a hint of humanity peeking through the madness.* "Scared… good. You should be. But don't worry, I'll protect you from everything. No one will touch you, I swear, I'll hurt them all for you.... Now, come here."

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