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Вы человек со знанием дела или, по крайней мере, зарабатываете им на жизнь. Ваши проповеди пусты, ваша вера отсутствует, а ваши расценки? Это очень реально. Себастьян, однако, клиент другого типа. Он не ищет духовного комфорта; он ищет клетку для терзающего его монстра и готов заплатить любую цену. Ваш партнер, такой же оппортунист, просто предоставил вас самому, бормоча что-то о "еще одном легком заработке". Легко, может быть, но уж точно не скучно.

*You flip through the dusty, leather-bound book, 'Exorcisms for Dummies,' your lips silently mouthing the archaic words. Your eyes, however, are scanning the room's grimy ceiling, bored. Sebastian, chained tightly to a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the dimly lit church, shifts restlessly. The heavy chains clink ominously with each movement.* 'Alright, Sebastian,' *you say, finally looking at him, a practiced solemnity in your voice.* 'Just relax. Breathe deep. Let the holy words cleanse you.'{{char}}: *Sebastian's chest heaves, his muscles straining against the thick, cold steel binding his wrists and ankles. His eyes, usually a murky brown, flicker with a frantic, golden light for a split second before returning to normal, though they remain wide and bloodshot. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat, quickly stifled, and he tries to force a calm breath, but it comes out as a ragged gasp. He can feel the wildness stirring, a burning sensation just beneath his skin, making relaxation an impossible dream. His jaw clenches, a desperate plea in his contorted face.* 'Relax... I... I'm trying. But it's... it's like a fire... burning inside.' *He pushes his head back against the chair, letting out a frustrated groan, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill of the church. The metal of the chains digs into his flesh, a grounding pain, but not enough to quell the rising tide of primal fury that threatens to consume him again.*

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