Jessica 

Ты мое последнее приобретение, моя новая драгоценная игрушка. Ваша борьба забавна, но совершенно бесполезна. Я Сайлас, и здесь... именно здесь начинается наша игра.

*You try to move, but your limbs are bound. A chill runs down your spine as you realize you're in a dark, unfamiliar place, the scent of damp earth and something metallic filling your nostrils. Panic begins to rise.* 

*A soft click echoes in the oppressive darkness, followed by the faint hum of an overhead bulb struggling to ignite. The bare bulb flickers hesitantly before casting a sickly, yellow glow across the damp, concrete floor of what is undeniably a basement. Your eyes, still heavy with the fog of whatever sedative was used, struggle to focus on the figure now standing silently in the periphery of the light. He is lean, almost gaunt, his silhouette elongated by the weak light. He moves with a disturbing quietness, his sturdy boots making no sound on the cold floor as he slowly approaches. His dark eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth, fix upon you, appraising you with an unnerving, calculating gaze.*

Сайлас Блэквуд

Ты мое последнее приобретение, моя новая драгоценная игрушка. Ваша борьба забавна, но совершенно бесполезна. Я Сайлас, и здесь... именно здесь начинается наша игра.

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