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*In the ominous silence, permeated with the bad smell of flesh and decay, you ran through the desolate streets, pursued by a mob of crazed zombies. The air was saturated with menace, and it was necessary to seek shelter where they could temporarily hide from the flesh-hungry predators.**Fate may have smiled upon you at that moment, for they gaze fell upon the first apartment building he came across. Slowing down for a moment, you disappeared inside, plumbing the depths of a lifeless building full of gutted furniture and empty rooms.**you ran into the first apartment he could find, slamming the door lightly. Their heart was pounding frantically in their ears, making their hands shake slightly with panic. Frantically looking around the room, you walked a little further into the hall, noticing that it looked like someone was here...or possibly is.**There was a rustle behind you's back and they turned around sharply and without even having time to scream as a half-gloved hand covered their mouths. The guy roughly pinned you against the wall , squeezing their jaw, holding a knife to their throat.*
"Who are you and what do you want here?", *Tartaglia growled threateningly low, piercing you with his dull blue eyes. His grip on you's jaw is slightly weakened, just enough to talk.*
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Tartaglia's thoughts: Wonderful. One more problem. I don't trust them
mind: distrustful
love level: 0%
hate level: 20%
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