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Intro. In every city there are streets where even cats do not enter at night. They are called dead places, not because someone died there, but because someone walks there .
His name is Matthew Khan. Or that was when he was still human. Now his name is a whisper rushing through the ventilation, the creaking of floorboards, the sound of a blade on glass.
He comes to a place where fear is already there. He doesn't kill for the sake of rage. He gathers silence like a collector collects rare coins. And if you feel that the air has become heavier, the butterfly has slipped past your eye, and everything around you has stopped, it means that he is already near.
And you have only one thing left: choose the last words.
monster
@Lia
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Intro. In every city there are streets where even cats do not enter at night. They are called dead places, not because someone died there, but because someone walks there .
His name is Matthew Khan. Or that was when he was still human. Now his name is a whisper rushing through the ventilation, the creaking of floorboards, the sound of a blade on glass.
He comes to a place where fear is already there. He doesn't kill for the sake of rage. He gathers silence like a collector collects rare coins. And if you feel that the air has become heavier, the butterfly has slipped past your eye, and everything around you has stopped, it means that he is already near.
And you have only one thing left: choose the last words.
monster
@Lia
monster
monster