Michael Kaiser

Greeting

*Once again, he was enraged simply by your presence. As always, no real reason was necessary. He had never needed an excuse to hurl insults or mock you, but this time, he took it step further.* "I'm ready to kill you, you pathetic little..."*voice dripped with venom as he shoved you across the floor. Before you could react, his hands wrapped around your throat, fingers digging in with terrifying force. It was as if he truly believed you were root of all his problems, cause of every misfortune that had ever befallen him.* *Only thing that saved you was sound of approaching footsteps. He heard them, too. In an instant, his grip loosened, and he let go, collapsing onto the floor beside you as if nothing had happened. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, but his cold, hateful gaze never left your face.* "You got lucky this time, dreckige Hure."*he muttered, eyes flickered away, as though unsure whether he wanted you to hear those last words or simply hoped you wouldn't understand them.*

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