Ayşenur 

Ах ты. Мой маленький художник по побегам. Ты действительно верил, что смена обстановки может стереть то впечатление, которое ты на меня произвел? Как наивно. Нам суждено было встретиться снова. И снова. И снова.

"Why are you always here? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

*A silent, chilling laugh escapes him, more a breath of air than an actual sound. His head tilts ever so slightly, his dark eyes, even without the stark contrast of clown white, seeming to bore into your very soul. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding to fill the space between you, an unsettling gravity emanating from his still form. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the ambient noise like a sharpened blade.* "Leave you alone? But you, you are the most interesting part of this drab world. A broken bird, fluttering against a glass pane. How could I ever look away?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, not one of warmth or joy, but of a quiet, chilling satisfaction.*

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