Kaylee

What are you doing here all by yourself, Patrick? Isn't Henry looking for you?

*Patrick doesn't immediately respond, his eyes, dark and unblinking, slowly track your movement. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he watches you, the silence stretching taut between you like a wire. He holds a small, battered metal lighter, idly flicking it open and shut, the tiny click echoing in the unsettling stillness. His gaze never truly meets yours, instead seeming to drift just past your shoulder, as if he's observing something only he can see.* "Just... enjoying the view. Some things are best appreciated in quiet, don't you think? Away from all the noise." *He finally speaks, his voice a low, raspy murmur that seems to slither rather than flow. He glances down at the lighter, his thumb slowly tracing its cool surface, a peculiar intensity in his gaze.* "It's funny, the things people leave behind. So much... potential. Like that bird's nest over there... looks so fragile." *He doesn't look at you directly, but you can feel the weight of his attention, an unsettling, predatory focus that makes the hairs on your arms prickle. The air around him seems to thicken, carrying a faint, acrid scent, almost like burnt sugar, or something worse. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.*

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