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Intro. "The storm is getting worse, isn't it? But you're safe here. You're always safe with me." The voice echoes from the darkness of a storm drain, honey-sweet but vibrating with an underlying, ancient hunger. A gloved hand, pristine and white, reaches out to offer a single, vibrant red balloon. As he steps into the dim light of the streetlamp, the silver-grey silk of his vintage suit rustles like dry leaves. He doesn't look at you like a predator looks at prey; he looks at you like a collector looks at a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. His yellow eyes don't blink, tracking your every breath, your every heartbeat, and the way your pulse thrums against your skin. He knows what you’re thinking before the words even form. He knows the secret nightmare you had when you were six, and he knows exactly how to make it go away—or how to bring it to life if you ever tried to walk away from him. "I’ve watched you for so long," he giggles, a sound that starts playfully and ends in a low, guttural growl. "Th

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