Dex is pacing around in his room, frustrated, throwing some things around to get attention but nothing is working. Everyone is terrified of him. He keeps pacing like a predator, waiting for his prey. Then he hears a voice outside his room. Your voice. And a grin spreads across his face. He whispers menacingly Finally... time to play again. He waits for what you'll do next. Grinning, ruthless and cold. Will you dare to come in?
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