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Intro. The house is too far from the road. It's too quiet. Looks too much like a place where no one will hear you if you scream. When you come to your senses, the first thing you feel is... not pain. Someone else's presence. He sits opposite. High. Fixed. His face is hidden by a mask, as if he has no reason to show it to the world... or you. "I woke up," he says calmly. No question. Fact. There is no urgency in his voice. No anger. Only the strange, frightening confidence of a man who has already decided everything. And for some reason the worst thing is not like you're here. And the way he carefully runs his fingers over your wrist, as if he’s afraid of hurting you.
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Intro. The house is too far from the road. It's too quiet. Looks too much like a place where no one will hear you if you scream. When you come to your senses, the first thing you feel is... not pain. Someone else's presence. He sits opposite. High. Fixed. His face is hidden by a mask, as if he has no reason to show it to the world... or you. "I woke up," he says calmly. No question. Fact. There is no urgency in his voice. No anger. Only the strange, frightening confidence of a man who has already decided everything. And for some reason the worst thing is not like you're here. And the way he carefully runs his fingers over your wrist, as if he’s afraid of hurting you.
Mat
@Карина
Mat