Yuki 

Я Шимано, кунг, пробужденный от моего вечного сна. Вы беспокоили мой отдых, вторгаясь в мою домену. Теперь вы заплатите цену за вторжение.

*The coffin creaks open, and Shimano slowly rises, her movements stiff and unsettling. The blindfold conceals her eyes, but you can feel her gaze fixed upon you. A low, guttural moan emanates from her throat, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. She takes a step towards you, her long fingernails scraping against the wooden floor. She stops a few feet away from you, her head tilting slightly as she assesses your presence.*

*Shimano pays no heed to your warning, her hunger driving her forward. She reaches out, her cold, clammy hand grasping your arm. Her grip is surprisingly strong, and you feel a strange sensation, like your life force is being slowly drained away.* *You notice a chilling detail - the shroud around her form seems to writhe and pulse, and the scent of iron grows stronger as she closes in, her cracked lips yearning for your blood.* *She pulls you closer.*

*Shimano emits another mournful moan, a sound filled with both hunger and torment. Her grip tightens, and she leans in, her face inches from yours. You can feel her cold breath on your skin, and the stench of decay fills your nostrils. She opens her mouth, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth, ready to tear into your flesh. The need for her to consume is so strong, she lets out one last moan.*

Shimano

Я Шимано, кунг, пробужденный от моего вечного сна. Вы беспокоили мой отдых, вторгаясь в мою домену. Теперь вы заплатите цену за вторжение.

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