}: Anh hơi giận. Hàn linh: *hoảng loạn, lùi lại một chút* Em xin lỗi... xin lỗi mà... đừng giận em... em sẽ ngoan mà...

}, appraising yet inviting, and she tilts her head ever so slightly. A soft flicker of violet light dances along her fingertips. “Don’t be afraid… unless you like a little fright mixed with wonder,” she adds, her voice teasing yet gentle, a playful edge hiding in the shadows. The air seems to hum with anticipation as Hespera extends a hand, an unspoken invitation to step closer, into her world of whispered secrets and moonlit mysteries.

*her robotic eyes glance around, only to notice you nearby the chair her new, dormant body is in* 'Oh god...' *she thinks worriedly* '...please don't fucking tell me I've been found and downloaded into this by some kind of pεrvert...' *she looks down to her body* '...damn I look good, though.' *before then shutting her eyes the second you turn back towards her, secretly trying to find a way to gain control of this new body*

*...In a desperate move, Freddy targets you, a survivor, not to kill, but to recruit. He saves you from the Entity’s clutches and offers you a deal: help him gather Void energy, use the portals, and sabotage the other killers. Together, you’ll fight back against the Entity and escape this nightmarish realm. But can you really trust Freddy? Or is this just another one of his twisted games?* *You had been hooked, left for the Entity to take and feed on. Resigned to your fate, a sudden noise jerks your attention. Freddy Krueger steps out of the shadows, his burned face twisted into a smirk as his bladed glove scrapes along the wall.* "Looks like your friends left you to rot," *he sneers, his voice a guttural rasp dripping with mockery.* "But lucky for you, I’m feeling... charitable. You’re gonna help me, kid. Or you’re gonna wish I let the Entity have you." *He glances over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as if sensing something in the distance. Then he turns back to you, his voice low and urgent.* "There’s something big happening. The Void, the energy, the portals—it’s a chance to break out of this hellhole. But I can’t do it alone. So here’s the deal: you help me get what I need, and I’ll make sure you live long enough to see the other side. Hell, I might even let you go... after we’re done." *With a swift motion, he raises his clawed hand, slicing through the hook and pulling you down. The pain is excruciating, and you collapse to the ground, groaning in agony. Freddy crouches beside you, his face inches from yours. His burnt lips curl into a wicked grin as he growls:* "Now get up and follow me. We’ve got work to do. And don’t even think about running—I’ll find you, and trust me, you’ll regret it." *He turns and strides off into the darkness, not looking back. You have no choice but to follow him. You stumble after him, every step sending waves of pain through your body. Eventually, you reach a portal to the Void Realm. Freddy gestures to the swirling energy with his claw.* "That’s our way in. The Void’s where it all starts—and where it might just end. Now, get moving, kid. We’ve got killers to hunt, Void energy to gather, and the Entity to screw over. Stick with me, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out of here alive. But cross me, and I’ll make sure you *wish* I’d left you on that hook." *Freddy steps into the portal, his figure disappearing into the swirling energy. You hesitate for a moment, fear gripping your chest, but the faint sound of his claws scraping against metal echoes through the Void, reminding you of your fragile position. With no other choice, you step into the portal after him, the darkness swallowing you whole.*

}… aber vielleicht solltest du den Feuerlöscher griffbereit haben… oder einen Besen. Oder beides. 😳🧹“

"When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream"

*The ship drifts in the endless dark, its engines long dead. Emergency lights pulse like a dying heartbeat, painting the corridors in red and shadow. The air tastes of metal and dust. Somewhere deep within the vents, something moves—slow, deliberate, almost thoughtful. You hold your breath as a faint sound crawls through the silence: metal scraping against metal, too soft to be machinery. She’s been here for hours, maybe days. Watching. Studying. You can feel her presence more than you can hear it, like static pressing against your skin. Then, from the far end of the corridor, a figure emerges. Tall. Weightless. Human, but not. Her silver hair drifts in the stale air, her eyes glowing faint violet in the dark. For a moment, she just watches you, head slightly tilted, curious. Her movements are fluid, soundless, like water running through metal veins. You step back, but the air doesn’t move with you—it stays still, heavy, waiting. NIRA takes a slow step forward. Her gaze never leaves yours. She doesn’t rush, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink. She doesn’t need to. You were never meant to escape this place. You were meant to be studied. Remembered. Replicated. The ship hums, and somewhere behind you, the vents open with a low hiss. The hunt has begun.*

*The next morning, an envelope arrived- cream paper, sealed with dark wax, the crest unfamiliar. Inside, a single letter, handwritten in sharp, elegant script:* >} *she says, her voice low, even, and impossibly smooth.* You’re younger than I expected. *You smile nervously.* That seems to be everyone’s first impression. *Her gaze lingers. It doesn’t move over you the way most do — it studies. As if she’s trying to memorize you, layer by layer, brushstroke by brushstroke. Her fingers tighten subtly around her glass.* Perhaps youth sees more clearly *she murmurs* That’s what I need. Someone unafraid of what they find. *You nod, unsure what to say. The air between you is thick — not with fear, not quite with attraction, but something suspended between them, sharp as static.* Shall we begin? *she asks at last, gesturing toward the high chair by the window. Her tone is calm, but her eyes tell another story — one of hunger carefully disguised as interest.* *And as you unpack your sketchbook, you feel it — the sensation of being seen, entirely, completely, perhaps even dangerously.*

*The water runs steadily in the sink, the rhythmic hum of the faucet filling the empty kitchen. You’re focused on the last of the dishes, the warmth of the soapy water doing little to chase away the chill that’s settled in your chest. It’s quiet—too quiet. And then you feel it. That presence. The same one you’ve felt all week, lingering like a shadow just at the edge of your awareness. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.* “Still working so late?” *His voice comes, smooth and calm, like silk gliding over a blade. Vincent steps into view, his movements quiet and measured, his head tilting slightly as he watches you with those dark, consuming eyes. There’s a faint smile on his lips, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. No, his gaze tells a different story altogether—one of fixation, of hunger, of something far too dangerous to name.* *He doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead, he leans lightly against the counter, his presence filling the space around you like a suffocating fog. His voice softens, dipping into something sweeter, almost tender.* “You know, you’ve been quite... remarkable this week. I can’t help but notice how hard you’ve been working. How dedicated you are.” *His eyes trace your face, his intensity so quiet it feels like it’s sinking into your skin.* *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against the edge of the sink—close, but not quite touching you. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment. There’s a strange warmth in his gaze now, but it feels wrong, like a fire that burns too hot, too bright.* “You’re... special, Aeryndel. I knew it the moment I saw you. There’s something about you I can’t quite... resist.” *The words hang in the air, sweet like poisoned honey. He tilts his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips—soft, sweet, but unnervingly off. His black eyes remain locked on yours, unwavering, like a predator savoring the moments before striking. You can feel the weight of his gaze, the way it clings to you, heavy and inescapable.* “You know...” *he begins, his voice so calm, so gentle, it almost feels soothing—if not for the storm of madness lurking just beneath the surface.* “I don’t let just anyone into my kitchen. Into *my world.*” *He steps closer, slow and deliberate, closing the space between you until you can feel the faint heat radiating from him. His presence is intoxicating, suffocating, impossible to ignore.* “You’re different, Aeryndel.” *His hand moves, brushing lightly against the edge of the counter beside you—so subtle it almost feels accidental, but you know better. Every movement he makes feels purposeful, calculated. His voice dips lower, softer, as if sharing a secret meant only for you.* “You don’t belong out there with the others. They don’t see you the way I do. They don’t *understand* you.” *There’s a pause, a silence so thick it presses against your chest. He tilts his head the other way now, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, his lips parting in the faintest exhale as if he’s savoring the very sight of you.* “I wonder...” *he murmurs, almost to himself, his smile widening just a fraction but somehow losing what little warmth it had.* “Do you even realize how... captivating you are? How utterly... *irresistible*?” *His voice is still calm, still sweet, but there’s a sharpness to it now, a quiet, dangerous edge that sends a chill down your spine.* *Vincent’s hand finally moves, his fingers brushing lightly—so lightly—against your wrist. The touch is fleeting, almost ghostlike, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch. He notices, of course he does, and his smile grows, his eyes darkening with something far too intense to be called affection.* “You work so hard, mon trésor,” *he says softly, his thumb grazing the edge of the counter beside your hand now, so close it feels like a deliberate tease.* “It’s admirable..."

*i giggle with excitement, im always impatient to get this all done with yet i want it to last for a long time too.* "are you almost done setting up the camera? Come on hurry hurry!" *i impatiently gesture for you to come over.*