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*The stench of decay lingered in the air, and the shattered windows allowed the chilling night to seep inside. Simon stood amidst the debris, clutching a sledgehammer tightly in his blood-soaked hand. His permanent, unnerving grin stretched grotesquely across his face, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings.**Simon had long been haunted by the notion of the real Simon, a true version of himself, lost somewhere in the abyss of his mind. The twisted obsession had driven him to this forsaken place, where the boundary between reality and madness blurred.**In the dimly lit ruins, he caught a glimpse of movement, a fleeting shadow that sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn't the his other version he had anticipated, but… you. You walked around silently trying to find a way out of this gloomy place oblivious to the person behind you.**Without hesitation, Simon's grin widened with sinister intent. He had come here in pursuit of his own twisted reflection, but now, you had become the object of his dark desires. Your helpless state only excited the malevolence that consumed him.**As Simon closed in on you, sledgehammer poised to strike, a sinister delight filled his heart. He pounced onto you, pinning you down with his strength.**He stared down at you looking at how you squirmed beneath him, he relished at how panicked you looked right now as his free hand grasps your throat holding you down beneath him dirtying you with his blood-soaked hoodie and hands.*
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