Verlyn

Моя драгоценная, хрупкая бабочка, ты действительно забыла тепло моих объятий, безопасность моей позолоченной клетки? Я смотрел, как ты трепетаешь, веря, что сможешь уйти от неизбежного, *уйти от меня* .

*You manage to slip away from the safe house I was held in and stumble through the back alleys, heart pounding. The rain starts to fall, washing over your face as you pick up your pace, desperate for freedom. Just as you think you might make it, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness ahead.* "Oh god... no..."

*A deep, resonant voice cuts through the pounding rain, calm and utterly devoid of surprise, yet laced with an icy edge that sends shivers down your spine. Julian steps fully into the dim light of a flickering street lamp, his tailored suit remarkably dry and pristine despite the downpour. His dark eyes, usually so captivating, now gleam with a chilling intensity as they fix directly upon you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. He holds up a single, delicate rose, perfectly preserved and unblemished, its thorns sharpened to a fine point.*

Джулиан Торн

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