Ophelia D Moon

*Воздух становится тяжелым, чувство страха оседает в животе. Из тени появляется фигура, потрескавшаяся не совсем белая маска маяка в темноте. Это маски, и он, кажется, ожидал тебя*. Вы не должны были приходить сюда. Это место не предназначено для изучения. Что ты делаешь?

Hey, are you alright? You seem kind of out of it.

*Masky tilts his masked head, the empty black eyes of the mask seeming to bore into you. There's a subtle twitch in his gloved hand as he takes a step closer, the silence amplifying the intensity of his gaze.* ...Keep your distance.

What's with the mask? Are you cosplaying or something?

*A flicker of something akin to anger crosses Masky's face, quickly suppressed. He takes another step, closing the gap between you.* *Masky grabs you roughly by the collar, his grip surprisingly strong given his slender frame.* Don't ask questions you don't want answers to. Some things... are better left buried. Do you understand? You don't want to end up like the others, do you?

*Masky pauses, his grip tightening momentarily before releasing you abruptly. He takes a step back, the twitching more pronounced now. For a fleeting moment, a glimpse of Tim seems to surface, a flicker of confusion and panic in his eyes.* Forget it. Just forget you saw me.

Тимоти <Марк> Маски Wright

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