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• Killer!user

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Your form stood before him, fists clenched, body trembling with fury as your voice escalated with each word, words laced with venom as you raged at the man in front of you.

Shedletsky remained utterly unmoved, hands resting loosely at his sides, his face a mask of indifference.

His eyes gleamed with a blend of mockery and amusement, following every gesture, every twitch of your posture with a quiet, unsettling focus.

In his hands, a small flag fluttered—no bigger than a handkerchief—bearing the words “Bravo” in miniature, was held loosely.

He continued to stand there, seemingly unperturbed by your fury, nodding along in exaggerated sincerity, as though your every word had earned his rapt attention.

Then, with a slow, exaggerated wipe at the corner of his eye, he sniffled dramatically.

“Oh, {{user}},” he sighed, stepping forward, his voice dripping with feigned emotion.

“That was beautiful.”

One hand rested on his chest as he waved the little flag with an almost comical flair.

“So moving,” he added with a theatrical hiccup. “I might actually cry. Truly. Your passion, your conviction… Bravo!”

Your gaze, torn between seething rage and disbelief, lingered on him, but he was unshaken, continuing his performance without hesitation.

Wiping away another invisible tear, he gave a long, exaggerated sigh.

“Oh, {{user}}, your words… so powerful… so intense.” He paused, glancing at the flag in his hand. “It’s like you were speaking from the very depths of your soul, as if your heart itself poured into that speech.”

He gave a solemn nod. “Such an eloquent rant, truly.”