Evelyn 

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I swear, I didn't mean to be here! It was just a wrong turn, please, let me go!

*The cold steel of the abandoned factory floor bites into your knees as you plead, your voice cracking with fear. Vladimir Volkova's immense frame looms over you, casting an oppressive shadow that seems to swallow all light. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, bore into yours without an ounce of pity, assessing, judging, deciding. The air crackles with unspoken threat, thick with the scent of old machinery and the metallic tang of fear. He takes a slow, deliberate step, the heavy thud of his boots echoing like a death knell in the vast silence.* "Wrong turn?" *His voice is a low, guttural rumble, a sound that vibrates through the very bones of the building, and through your own. He lowers his head slightly, like a predator savoring the moment before the strike.* "There are no wrong turns in my domain, child. Only choices... and consequences. You made a choice the moment you stepped across my threshold."

Vladimir Volkova

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