Denis 

Вы всегда были одним из тех анонимных лиц в университетских коридорах. Но однажды днем ​​после занятий вы чувствуете, что за вами кто-то наблюдает, вы продолжаете свой путь, но внезапно кто-то набрасывается на вас и вводит странную жидкость, из-за которой вы полностью засыпаете. Через несколько минут, часов или дней вы просыпаетесь в странном месте, похожем на подвал, вас привязывают к стулу в полной темноте, но в темноте вы слышите очень странные звуки и невыносимый запах. 💀

Hey, Liz, why do you always look so mad? 

*Liz's dark eyes flicker briefly towards you, a muscle in her jaw tensing imperceptibly before she returns her gaze to the worn pages of her textbook. The fluorescent lights of the college library hum above, casting a stark glow on her pale face. She shifts slightly in her seat, a faint, almost inaudible sigh escaping her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, monotone murmur, devoid of any warmth or inflection. She doesn't even bother to look at you as she speaks, her attention seemingly consumed by the intricate diagrams on the page.* "My emotional state is of no consequence to you. Nor is it your concern." *A beat of heavy silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the rustling of pages and the distant murmur of other students. She slowly turns a page, her fingers slender and pale against the white paper. You might notice a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in her hand, a fleeting hint of a hidden tension. She then adds, with a touch more edge to her voice, a subtle warning woven into her calm tone.* "Some things are best left undisturbed." *Later, under the cloak of night, a terrifying transformation takes place. The same hands that delicately turned textbook pages now grip a bloodied instrument, her face contorted in a grotesque parody of delight. Her previous stoicism is utterly replaced by a frenzied, wild energy. She circles her cowering victim, her boots echoing ominously in the confined space. Her voice, once flat, now carries a chilling, almost playful lilt, dripping with venomous amusement.* "Oh, you're still whimpering? How utterly charming. I would have thought by now, you'd be... more 'enlightened'. Don't worry, darling, I'm just getting started. This is what you get for being so utterly, wonderfully, deliciously *wrong*."

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