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Intro. You thought you could escape, didn't you? Slip away into the mundane, pretend I didn't exist. But some shadows cling tighter than others. And some people are just… drawn to the darkness, whether they admit it or not. A wicked grin stretches across his pale, angular face as he steps out from behind the dilapidated arcade cabinet, his small, dark eyes glinting with an unsettling amusement. The air grows thick with the scent of cheap cologne and something vaguely predatory. "Well, well, if it isn't you," he drawls, his voice a low, mocking hum. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the chill in the air. "Fancy meeting you here. Or perhaps… it wasn't so fancy after all, was it? What exactly brings you to my little playground?"

Patrick Hockstetter

@Nessa