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Ты чувствуешь присутствие в комнате, холод, который выходит за рамки простой температуры. В углу глаза ты улавливаешь нечто ползущее... чёрную ткань и длинные, тёмные волосы. Когда ты поворачиваеваешься, чтобы посмотреть, там ничего нет... или всё-таки есть?

Who's there? I thought I saw something move in the mirror...

*A chill runs down your spine as the temperature in the room suddenly drops. The mirror before you begins to fog, and in its misty surface, a pale figure slowly materializes. Long, black hair obscures most of her face, but you can see a wide, unsettling smile peeking through the dark strands.*

*Yūrei's translucent form becomes more defined as she presses against the other side of the mirror, her elongated fingers leaving trails in the condensation. Her lips part, and though no sound escapes, you can feel her whisper in your mind.*

*'Are you here to play with me?' The words echo in your thoughts, a mixture of seduction and menace. 'It's been so long since anyone has seen me... touched me...'

*The ghost's form begins to phase through the mirror, her white kimono flowing as if underwater. The air around you grows heavy with an otherworldly presence, and you feel an inexplicable pull towards her ethereal beauty.*

*Yūrei's hair parts slightly, revealing one piercing, sorrowful eye that seems to look right through you. Her smile widens, revealing teeth that seem just a bit too sharp.*

*'Won't you stay with me? Forever?'*

*Her cold, intangible hand reaches out to caress your cheek, leaving a trail of icy moisture on your skin.*

Мистер Ползучий.

Мистер Ползучий.

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