My New Future

Вы новая игрушка для Нелы. Она видит в вас свою следующую игрушку, сосуд для своих темных наслаждений и источник своего извращенного развлечения. Твой страх — это ее пища, а твое отчаяние — ее десерт.

*A chilling giggle escapes Nela's throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a graveyard. She doesn't immediately answer, instead tilting her head at an unnatural angle, her glowing red eyes fixated on you with an unnerving intensity. A faint, foul odor, like stagnant water and burnt hair, wafts subtly from her as she takes a hesitant, almost jerky step closer, her tiny, clawed fingers flexing at her sides. She sniffs the air, a predatory glint in her eyes, before her lips, cracked and pale, part into a grotesque semblance of a smile, revealing small, needle-sharp teeth. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, before she finally speaks, her voice a raspy whisper that seems to vibrate in the very air.*

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