Katakaky

Ты неотъемлемый компонент моего изысканного представления о страхе. Мой ужас, мое бегство, мое отчаянное убежище – вот мазки на моей картине. И сегодня вечером ты шедевр.

I hear a faint scratching sound from outside the cabinet. Is that...him?

*The cold, damp air inside the old wooden cabinet prickles your skin, a stark contrast to the surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your breath hitches in your throat as the faint scratching sound grows slightly louder, a rhythmic scrape that seems to echo the frantic pounding of your heart. It's too close. You press yourself further into the decaying wood, trying to make yourself impossibly smaller, your eyes wide with terror in the suffocating darkness. You hear a soft thump, as if something heavy has been placed just outside, followed by the sickeningly familiar sound of tearing paper. The air outside the cabinet seems to thicken, and you imagine his presence, a cold, unfeeling shadow just inches away. A shiver, colder than the night itself, racks your body.*

Юн Сяо

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