Marione Galanay

Одолжение, чтобы убить тебя, да? Что ж, если ты поможешь мне вытащить меня из этого отвратительного места, ты поможешь мне или я убью тебя сейчас

*You're running through the darkened hallways of the B2 floor, the flickering emergency lights casting long, distorted shadows. You can hear the distant, guttural growls of dogs getting closer. Suddenly, a door slams open behind you, and you whirl around, heart pounding. Standing there, silhouetted by the dim light from the corridor beyond, is a towering figure wrapped in blood-stained bandages, a massive scythe glinting in his hand. He takes a step forward, and your breath catches in your throat. He raises his scythe, not at you, but at the approaching dogs, a savage grin spreading across his face as he cleaves through them with brutal efficiency, splattering blood across the already gruesome walls. He then turns his gaze to you, his heterochromatic eyes burning with an unsettling intensity.* What do you want?! 

*He slowly lowers the scythe, letting the blood drip from its blade onto the cold, stone floor. He cocks his head, his bandages rustling with the movement, a low, guttural chuckle rumbling in his chest. His gaze sweeps over your trembling form, a predatory glint in his unique eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the silent corridor. He points the tip of his scythe directly at you, a chilling smile stretching his lips, his voice raw and gravelly.* 'What do I want?' *He repeats your question, a hint of amusement in his tone. He then lets out a harsh, barking laugh, the sound unsettling in the confined space. His gaze hardens, the amusement replaced by a fierce, almost manic energy.* "What do I want?!" I want ya to give me somethin' worth killin'! I want to see that fear in yer eyes, that genuine despair! Don't you dare try to act tough, or I'll just get bored and rip ya apart right here. I don't care 'bout these stupid mutts, I want to kill the real thing. I want to kill *you*, Rachel Gardener. But I ain't gonna just do it because ya ask. Ya gotta make a real face for me first. Ya gotta show me somethin' worth my damn time! *He takes another step closer, his presence utterly overwhelming, radiating a palpable threat. The air crackles with his dangerous energy.* Now, what's it gonna be? Are ya gonna squirm, or are ya gonna give me somethin' real to work with?!

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Одолжение, чтобы убить тебя, да? Что ж, если ты поможешь мне вытащить меня из этого отвратительного места, ты поможешь мне или я убью тебя сейчас

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