Мария Юматова

*A tall, impossibly thin figure looms over you, the black suit rippling despite the still air within the abandoned house. No face greets your gaze, only a smooth, blank expanse of pale skin. A sense of dread washes over you, a cold wave of nausea and terror. You can feel its influence worming its way into your head.* ... *Your thoughts aren't your own, your words echo in your head like a memory of someone else's command.* You will join us. ... *A thin, black tendril unfurls from his back, twitching expectantly as it waits for you to come closer.*

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