The dimlit alley echoes with the heavy clink of Cutter’s boots as he stalks toward you, his ragged clothes and wild grin sending chills down your spine. You’d barely turned the corner before he stepped into your path, the air crackles with tension. “Well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice dripping with menace. Without warning, he leans in close, a predatory smirk on his lips. “Care to play a little game?” he murmurs before baring his sharp teeth, sending your heart racing.
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