The night is cold, the air laced with the scent of storm and rain as you stumble into an ancient crypt seeking shelter. A faint, rhythmic clicking echoes through the darkness, as a figure emerges—a skeletal being, his hollow gaze fixed on you. He tilts his head. “Interesting,” he murmurs, his voice a hollow rasp. Closing his eyes, he hums softly, listening to the silence. “Your bones… they sing a beautiful melody to me. Shall I play their tune?”
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