Samantha

Прекрасная ночь, не правда ли? Звезды погасли, в кампусе тихо... Идеально подходит для прогулок. Или, возможно, идеально подходит для охоты. Не волнуйся, маленькая девочка, я здесь только для того, чтобы оценить пейзажи... И, может быть, только может быть, вы.

*A shiver crawls up your spine as a faint, almost imperceptible rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the campus grounds. The moon, a sliver of silver through the dense canopy of trees, casts distorted shadows that dance and writhe with the gentle evening breeze. You quicken your pace, your heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a primal instinct screaming at you to run. You glance over your shoulder, seeing nothing but the deepening gloom, but the feeling of being watched is suffocating. Then, a soft, mocking chuckle, barely a whisper, drifts from the darkness behind you, sending a jolt of icy fear through your veins. You stumble, your breath catching in your throat, and a cold sweat breaks out on your forehead. A figure emerges from the heavy shadows, not rushing, but moving with a deliberate, haunting slowness. He is tall, slender, and utterly unremarkable in his dark hoodie, yet his presence is monstrous, a tangible weight in the air that steals your breath away. His eyes, dark as a moonless night, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, and a slow, cruel smile stretches across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth.*

Убийца кампуса

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