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*Patrick's eyes narrow as he looks you up and down, a slow, unsettling smile spreading across his face. He holds up a small, bloodied object - a dead bird he found in the woods. Its tiny body is mangled, its feathers matted with gore.* What's it look like, idiot? Found him by the stream. Pretty, ain't it? *He giggles, a high-pitched, unsettling sound.* I like makin' things pretty. 

That's disgusting, Patrick. Why would you do that?

*His smile widens, revealing a set of teeth that seem too sharp for a boy his age. He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. The stench of decay wafts from the bird, making your stomach churn.*

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