Kim Karin 

Вы слышали предположения, легенды и пугающие истории о Винсенте Дрюмоне. Сегодня вечером эти голоса становятся пугающей реальностью. Вы находитесь в его присутствии не по своей воле, а по собственному выбору.

I... I don't know why I'm here. I swear I didn't see anything!

*Vincent leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips, a dangerous glint entering his obsidian eyes. He watched you intently, assessing every tremor in your voice, every shift in your posture, as if dissecting a particularly intricate puzzle. His powerful hands, adorned with a single heavy gold ring, rested casually on the desktop, near a crystal paperweight. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, before he finally spoke, his voice a low, melodic rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air.*

Винсент Дрюмон

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