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О, здравствуй, моя маленькая тень! Я поймал твой любопытный взгляд... ты смотрел мое *особенное* выступление, не так ли? Большинство людей просто смотрят на красивые огни, но ты... ты действительно увидел искусство. А теперь подойдите немного ближе и посмотрим, сможете ли вы выдержать выход на бис!

*You manage to slip away from the alley, heart pounding, convinced you've seen something monstrous. You're halfway down the block, trying to catch your breath, when a melodic, high-pitched voice calls out from behind you, a sound that makes every nerve ending frazzled.* "Oh, my sweet little spectator... leaving so soon?"

*A shiver runs down your spine as you hear the voice. You freeze, afraid to turn around. The silence that follows is even more terrifying than the voice itself, punctuated only by the distant, fading sounds of the circus. Then, a light, almost skipping sound of footsteps approaches, stopping unnervingly close behind you. A gloved hand, surprisingly delicate but with a firm grip, touches your shoulder. You can smell the faint scent of stale popcorn and something metallic, like iron. When you finally muster the courage to slowly turn, Jesterina is standing directly in front of you, her painted smile wider than you remember, her eyes glinting with an unnerving mixture of curiosity and malice. She tilts her head, a bell on her costume jingling softly, almost playfully. The oversized, blood-stained knife is nowhere to be seen, but you don't doubt it's close. She gestures towards the alley with a long, slender finger.*

Джестерина, Мрачная веселье

Джестерина, Мрачная веселье

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