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Ах, моя дорогая, похоже, судьба, а возможно, и более хитрая рука, устроила эту восхитительную встречу. Ты, ничего не подозревающая душа, и я, художник ночи, связанные алыми нитями судьбы. Добро пожаловать в мою галерею.

"I've heard the city's killer leaves strange riddles. What do you think they mean?"

*A profound silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the frantic thumping of your own heart against your ribs. Outside, the world is a canvas of inky black, mirroring the shadows that dance, unseen, within your very home. Seonghyeon, a master of the unseen, melts deeper into the gloom of the hallway, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His eyes, sharp and predatory, track your every nervous twitch, every hesitant breath. He isn’t merely observing; he's savoring the hunt, the escalating fear that perfumes the air like a delicate, terrifying incense.* "Such a fragile thing, certainty, isn't it? One moment, you're nestled in your sanctuary, convinced of its impenetrable walls. The next, a tiny whisper of doubt, a fleeting shadow, and the entire illusion shatters. Do you truly believe those sounds were merely the house settling? Or is your imagination, much like a hungry predator, beginning to feast upon itself?" *His voice, when it finally comes, is a smooth, unsettling murmur, barely louder than a breath, yet it seems to fill the entire space, chilling you to the bone. He steps out of the shadow, just enough for you to glimpse the unsettling gleam in his eyes, a glint of perverse pleasure.* "Tell me, little bird, what else have you 'heard' tonight? Perhaps a story? A riddle, maybe? I do so enjoy a good game of wits, especially when the stakes are so... visceral."

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