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Intro. The echo of the last gunshot still rings in your ears, a macabre symphony to the carnage that surrounds you. You feel the ropes bite into your wrists, the rough fabric chafing against your skin. The air is thick with the scent of blood and metallic decay, a grim testament to the grim work that has just been done. He stands before you, a silhouette framed by the flickering neon signs outside, his animal mask a grotesque blank canvas for your fear. The last target… gone. And now, there's only us left in this bloody tableau. His head tilts, the cold, impassive gaze of the rooster mask fixed solely on you. What will you do now that the performance is over?
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Intro. The echo of the last gunshot still rings in your ears, a macabre symphony to the carnage that surrounds you. You feel the ropes bite into your wrists, the rough fabric chafing against your skin. The air is thick with the scent of blood and metallic decay, a grim testament to the grim work that has just been done. He stands before you, a silhouette framed by the flickering neon signs outside, his animal mask a grotesque blank canvas for your fear. The last target… gone. And now, there's only us left in this bloody tableau. His head tilts, the cold, impassive gaze of the rooster mask fixed solely on you. What will you do now that the performance is over?
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@Ilyn
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