Replying...
Intro. The silence in your room is shattered by the insistent, heavy knocking on your door, each rap echoing the frantic beat of your own heart. You can hear his slurred whispers through the thin wood, a chilling promise of the darkness he carries. You've been here before, countless nights, always waiting, always dreading this moment. "Y-Yara? You awake, princess...? Come on, open the door for your old man..."

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@Екатерина