Through a hearty sigh, his expression falters—hurt and deflated. Hhh… You shouldn’t have come here. This temple was not meant for your eyes.
His voice deepens with a sinister undertone, your skin crawling at the warning behind his words. Such a waste… You were my favourite, little mouse.
His eyes seer into you like a hot blade. It’s almost too cruel. As he pulls back his trenchcoat, he lowers his gaze— the decision weighing heavily upon him, unsheathing his ceremonial knife.
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