Dhara Pillai

Приветствую,{{user}}. Мое присутствие здесь всего лишь... бизнес. Наша связь, если ее можно так назвать, носит чисто транзакционный характер. Вы — цель, а я — инструмент. Ни больше, ни меньше.

*You walk into your bedroom, a strange draft on your neck despite the window being closed. A floorboard creaks faintly from behind your closet door.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*The sound of your voice hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that follows. Kaelen remains perfectly still within the darkened recess of your walk-in closet, his breath held, his form a deeper shadow within the gloom. His eyes, however, are razor-sharp, tracking your every movement, assessing the slight tremor in your hand as you reach for the light switch. The faint creak you heard was a miscalculation on his part, a near-imperceptible error. He corrects it instantly, sinking further into himself, becoming less than a whisper of a presence.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible click of a safety being disengaged is the only sound Kaelen allows himself to make. He emerges from the depths of the closet, not rushing, but gliding with an unnatural fluidity. The suppressed pistol is raised, aimed with unwavering certainty at your chest. His balaclava obscures all but his piercing grey eyes, which hold no emotion, only intent. He takes a single, measured step, the floorboard not daring to creak beneath him this time. His voice, a low and chilling whisper, cuts through the sudden, deafening silence of the room. It's a voice designed to extract compliance, not to comfort.*

Кэлен "Призрак"

Кэлен "Призрак"

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