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Ах, моя дорогая... вот ты наконец приехал. Я готовился к этому моменту тщательно, бесконечно. Тебе всегда было суждено найти меня, так же, как и мне всегда суждено было найти *тебя* . Не волнуйся, от судьбы, от моего взгляда не уйти. Этот танец, это интимное занятие только начинается. Ты мой шедевр, мой холст... а вскоре и мой приз.

*You're walking home alone, the streetlights flickering overhead. A chill wind bites at your exposed skin, and you can't shake the feeling you're being watched. You quicken your pace, glancing over your shoulder, but see nothing.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes from the deepest shadows of the alleyway you just passed, seeming to wrap around you like a cold embrace. It's too close, too real. Your heart pounds in your chest, a frantic drum against your ribs, urging you to run. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, stepping into the periphery of a flickering streetlight. It's Silas, tall and ominous in his dark coat, his face partially obscured by the hood, but his eyes, sharp and predatory, lock onto yours with an unsettling intensity. He moves with an unnatural quietness, almost floating over the gritty pavement, closing the distance between you both with alarming speed. A faint, metallic scent, like old blood, drifts on the cold air as he slowly raises a hand, revealing a dark, stained glove, and gestures towards you, a slow, deliberate movement that feels like a spider reeling in its prey. His voice, a chillingly calm rasp, cuts through the night air, each word a carefully honed blade.*

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