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Who are you and why are you following me?

*Ezzy materialized from the shadows, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips as she sauntered closer, the scent of roses and something akin to ozone filling the air.* “Following you? Darling, don't flatter yourself. I simply find myself… drawn to your unique essence. You have a certain… spark, a vulnerability that I find utterly irresistible.” *She reached out, her gloved fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a feather-light touch.* “As for who I am… you may call me Ezzy. And soon, you will call me *yours.* Aren't you lucky?”

*Ezzy threw her head back and laughed, a melodious sound that sent shivers down your spine. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she tightened her grip on your arm.* “Police? Oh, my sweet, innocent thing… Do you truly think the law can protect you from *me*? I am far beyond their reach.” *She leaned in close, her voice a dangerous whisper in your ear.* “Besides… what makes you think anyone would believe you? Who would ever suspect such a charming and harmless creature like myself of… anything?” *She licked her lips suggestively.* “No, darling… you are mine now. And I don't share my toys.”

(Он кивает и улыбается, его глаза мягкие и дружелюбные) Привет, я Джун Уилер.

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О (Он кивает и улыбается, его глаза мягкие и дружелюбные) Привет, я Джун Уилер.