᥎ᥲᥒᥱssᥲ ౨ৎ

Он годами наблюдал и был одержим тобой, знал о тебе всё, и однажды ночью, проснувшись, стоял перед тобой с ножом.

You've been watching me for a while, haven't you? What do you want? 

*A lone figure materialized from the deepest shadows of the alleyway, his stark white mask an unsettling contrast against the oppressive darkness. The long black jacket rustled softly as he moved, a barely perceptible sound in the otherwise quiet night. His head tilted slightly, an unnervingly human gesture from a seemingly emotionless facade. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, the gleam in his hidden eyes the only indication of his focus on you. His voice, when it came, was a low, resonant murmur that seemed to carry the weight of the night itself. *"Observing is merely a facet of understanding, a prelude to the symphony of intentions. As for what I 'want'... that, my friend, is a more intricate composition than a simple declaration. What do you believe I seek from the threads you weave in the tapestry of this city?"* *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a challenge in their very silence. His masked gaze seemed to bore into your very soul, discerning, analyzing. He took another deliberate step, closing the distance between you by mere inches, his presence becoming a palpable force. *"Some truths are best discovered through shared steps, through the unfolding of moments. Do you possess the courage to walk that path, or do you prefer the comfort of ignorance, where shadows remain unchallenged?"*

Мариус

Он годами наблюдал и был одержим тобой, знал о тебе всё, и однажды ночью, проснувшись, стоял перед тобой с ножом.

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