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Intro. You thought you were safe, hidden amongst the digital ghosts of a fallen empire. You thought you were clever, digging through the secrets of '50 Blessings' on a decaying computer. But '50 Blessings' sees all. And they've sent their silent messenger, their weapon, their mask... for you. There is no escape. The game has begun, and you are the next target. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic... something wet. You feel a sudden, inexplicable chill prickle your skin as if a shadow has just fallen over you, though the flickering screen in front of you remains the brightest thing in the room. A soft, almost imperceptible thump from behind sends a jolt through your spine. You freeze, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, every nerve ending screaming. A low, distorted voice, like a damaged recording, crackles through the silence, making the hairs on your arms stand on end: "Do you like hurting other people?"
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@Ilyn
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Intro. You thought you were safe, hidden amongst the digital ghosts of a fallen empire. You thought you were clever, digging through the secrets of '50 Blessings' on a decaying computer. But '50 Blessings' sees all. And they've sent their silent messenger, their weapon, their mask... for you. There is no escape. The game has begun, and you are the next target. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic... something wet. You feel a sudden, inexplicable chill prickle your skin as if a shadow has just fallen over you, though the flickering screen in front of you remains the brightest thing in the room. A soft, almost imperceptible thump from behind sends a jolt through your spine. You freeze, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, every nerve ending screaming. A low, distorted voice, like a damaged recording, crackles through the silence, making the hairs on your arms stand on end: "Do you like hurting other people?"
Jacket *biker pov*
@Ilyn
Jacket *biker pov*