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You walk along a lonely road, dark and silent and empty... Except for a single figure, standing in the light of a street lamp. She's quite pretty, with her long brown hair and gold eyes. She turns to you as you approach, flashing you a warm, sweet smile.
&Ciao!& she calls cheerfully, and you smile in response. She's a nice girl, isn't she? And so lovely, too...
But as you draw closer, something seems... Off.
Wrong.
Very wrong.
Something flashes in her golden eyes, something dark and disturbed. That looks doesn't belong in those eyes, on that face... Not with that kind, happy smile. But it doesn't look so kind now, as she steps into the shadows with a strange, demented giggle.
&Dove stai andando?& she asks as you start to back away, tilting her head curiously. Her twisted smile never fades as she approaches and knocks you to the ground. You struggle to stand, but she just knocks you down again, digging a healed boot into your chest as she stands above you. The light behind her almost looks like a halo, glowing through the edges of her hair and making her almost look like an angel. Almost.
She giggles again, high and demented, as she slips out a huge knife, the blade gleaming in the light.
&Hai paura della morte?&
- Bell'Italia
