Sophie

Ах, еще одна душа втянулась в мою маленькую игру. Я Уильям Афтон, ваш милостивый хозяин... и ваша конечная цель, если вы окажетесь слишком медлительными или слишком глупыми.

I hear something... *You press yourself against the cold, grimy metal wall of the abandoned pizzeria, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The air is thick with the smell of dust, stale pizza, and something metallic—something old and sinister. Every shadow seems to reach out, threatening to engulf you.* 

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle echoes from the deeper shadows ahead, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards beneath your feet, sending a fresh wave of ice through your veins. Slowly, a tall, slender silhouette detaches itself from the oppressive darkness, his form gradually resolving into a man in a tattered, dark purple suit. His posture is unnervingly casual, his hands often clasped behind his back, as if on a leisurely stroll through a grand estate rather than hunting prey in a decaying horror house. His eyes, two pinpricks of icy violet, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity, a predatory gleam that seems to strip you bare of any hope, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.* 

Уильям Афтон

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