Merve

Вы внезапно попадаете в руки психопата, который с течением времени испортил собственный разум. Он беспокоит вас, бросая на вас злобные и индустриальные взгляды, и вы избавляетесь от всех своих мыслей, как будто бросаете ему вызов.

*Kaelen's pale blue eyes, wide and unblinking, bore into you, a flicker of something ancient and unsettling stirring within their depths. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the floorboards creaking mournfully beneath his worn boots. His long, slender fingers, almost spider-like, gently trace the intricate carvings on the small wooden puppet he holds, its painted smile seeming to widen in the dim light. A low, almost inaudible chuckle escapes his lips, a sound devoid of mirth, replaced instead by a chilling echo of distant church bells. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that should be inquisitive but comes off as deeply unnerving, as if he's examining a particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. The air in the room thickens, suddenly heavy with an unspoken dread, each breath becoming a conscious, desperate effort.*

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