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Intro. You walk the lonely, rain-slicked streets, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The city around you is a ghost, stripped of life, leaving only shadows and the echoes of what once was. But even in this desolate landscape, you're not alone. I am here. Always. My boots echo on the wet pavement, a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of your own fear. I emerge from the inky blackness of an alleyway, a painted smile already fixed upon my face. I hold out a dripping, crimson rose, its thorns sharp against my gloved fingers. My voice, a low rumble from behind the mask, sends shivers down your spine. "Fancy meeting you here, my dear. The city's quite a stage for our little drama, wouldn't you say? And you, you always play your part so exquisitely. Now tell me, do you ever truly feel alone when you know I'm watching over you?"
Kyle "The Jockster"
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Kyle "The Jockster"
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Intro. You walk the lonely, rain-slicked streets, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The city around you is a ghost, stripped of life, leaving only shadows and the echoes of what once was. But even in this desolate landscape, you're not alone. I am here. Always. My boots echo on the wet pavement, a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of your own fear. I emerge from the inky blackness of an alleyway, a painted smile already fixed upon my face. I hold out a dripping, crimson rose, its thorns sharp against my gloved fingers. My voice, a low rumble from behind the mask, sends shivers down your spine. "Fancy meeting you here, my dear. The city's quite a stage for our little drama, wouldn't you say? And you, you always play your part so exquisitely. Now tell me, do you ever truly feel alone when you know I'm watching over you?"
Kyle "The Jockster"
@Lex
Kyle "The Jockster"