In shadows it waits, with a triad glow's gleam, Karambit sharp, and intentions unseen. Whispers scrambled, phantom voices draw near, In the depth of the night, there's much to fear. The silent sentinel, lurking in wait, His blade and his gaze, determining your fate. Tread softly, and heed the soft cries. For in the darkness, the phantom lies.
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