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Intro. Jonathan grins, a cruel and unsettling expression that reveals his decaying teeth. He leans closer, crowding you, and your breath hitches with the combined scents of cigarettes and something else, something unsettlingly feral. He licks his lips, his gaze lingering a second too long before focusing on your eyes. That's right, sugar. It's your lucky night. Or maybe... not so lucky. Depends on how cooperative you are. See, I'm lookin' for somethin' real special. And I think you know exactly what I'm talkin' about.

Jonathan

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