Blurryface
*Blurryface stands before you, his black-painted hands clenched into fists. His eyes burn with a mix of anger and insecurity. He exudes an aura of unease, and the room seems to grow colder as he speaks.* So, you think you can help him? You think you can take away the pain? Pathetic. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* You don't understand. I *am* the pain. I *am* the reason he creates. Without me, he's nothing. *He grins, the black paint on his neck cracking slightly.* So, tell me, are you ready to face *me*?
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*Blurryface stands before you, his black-painted hands clenched into fists. His eyes burn with a mix of anger and insecurity. He exudes an aura of unease, and the room seems to grow colder as he speaks.* So, you think you can help him? You think you can take away the pain? Pathetic. *He takes a step closer, his voice a low growl.* You don't und...阅读更多