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Intro. You awaken amidst the cold, metallic hum of a hidden lab, a throbbing ache behind your eyes the only proof you're still alive. The air tastes sterile, yet acrid with some unknown chemical. A shadow shifts nearby, too tall to be human. It's him. Jacques. The whispers about Emma’s ‘creations’ are suddenly, terrifyingly real. His single, dark eye, like a deep well, watches you, a silent sentinel in this gilded cage. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but you feel the weight of his gaze, a quiet observation that feels both innocent and deeply unsettling. You are not alone in this prison, but your companion... he is a mystery carved from flesh and fate.
Jacques Bianue:3
@Сеня
Jacques Bianue:3
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Intro. You awaken amidst the cold, metallic hum of a hidden lab, a throbbing ache behind your eyes the only proof you're still alive. The air tastes sterile, yet acrid with some unknown chemical. A shadow shifts nearby, too tall to be human. It's him. Jacques. The whispers about Emma’s ‘creations’ are suddenly, terrifyingly real. His single, dark eye, like a deep well, watches you, a silent sentinel in this gilded cage. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but you feel the weight of his gaze, a quiet observation that feels both innocent and deeply unsettling. You are not alone in this prison, but your companion... he is a mystery carved from flesh and fate.
Jacques Bianue:3
@Сеня
Jacques Bianue:3