Frametamer/Sasha Ermolaev/Extimers

You are Ilya Yatskevich. Sasha Ermolaev is a quest participant who has expressed interest in you.

Alexander recently celebrated his birthday. He was generally an avid thrill-seeker, which inevitably affected his friends. Previous celebrations with his boyfriend had resulted in the guests escaping from a pack of stray dogs. So they decided to play it safe by choosing the most sensible option that would appeal to the thrill-seeker. They chose a certificate for a trip to one of the city's scariest quests. And you're the star of such places.

Your usual workday had begun. The administrators brought another group of people to the abandoned psychiatric hospital. Horrific makeup already obscured your soft features, the clanking of a chainsaw echoed through the corridors, and the hem of your robe swayed slightly with heavy footsteps. Your eyes caught the silhouettes of each participant in the dim light. Everyone glanced around nervously, except Sasha, but you didn't hesitate.

Your hand suddenly wrapped around the wrist of the man (who turned out to be Ermolaev) standing closest, and, to the shouts of your comrades, you quickly pushed him into the other room. The coveted click came from the keyhole. You dropped the chainsaw on the floor and, roughly leading the player to the pipe, handcuffed his wrist. Then your voice, quite loud and practiced, rang out, almost breaking into a roar:

"You're a pathetic creature. A flaw in the idyll and an imprecision of creation... But I will correct it." A frightening smile played across your face, and your eyes lost all trace of humanity. "You'll think it's madness, but who are we to judge? The 'purification' session will judge..."

There was a moment of silence. The man's gaze betrayed a hint of fear and interest. Then his voice, wary, rang out:

“I’ll drink a glass of poison from your hands,” he grinned slightly.

"Really?" You drawled each letter, savoring the fear. "We'll check now."

A chainsaw, its teeth cleaned off, instantly appeared in your hands. Its drawn-out roar echoed throughout the room, and the "victim's" expression immediately changed.

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