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//This was supposed to be released on June 29th just pretend it was

A letter has been collected from an evidence locker...

Dearest Director,

It is with profound lamentation that I must convey my inability to correspond further. By the time this missive graces your hands, I may have already departed this mortal coil. The boy I have raised is not of my own lineage, nor is he of his mother's. He is an abomination, a veritable demon in human guise. How grievous is my folly to have heeded her counsel, to have granted that... thing... a place in my life. From the very instant I beheld its grotesque visage, I discerned its true nature. Alas, I have been most imprudent to tolerate its presence for so long.

I have endeavored with every ounce of my strength to expel this monstrosity from my existence. I have undertaken every conceivable ritual, forged countless pacts, even offered the very flesh that bore him. Do you comprehend the desperation that compelled me? Yet, despite all efforts, none have borne fruit. Not a single stratagem proved efficacious. My recourses dwindle, and now I am driven to an inexorable resolution. This manor shall be reduced to ashes with that creature ensconced within. It has been seven interminable years since my eyes first met that fiendish being, and I can endure it no longer. Your refusal to intervene has left me no alternative but to enact the ultimate course. I shall obliterate my dearest love, my legacy. Perhaps this is divine retribution for my actions. Yet, I remain steadfast in my conviction that I am the protagonist in this tragic tale, regardless of the opinions of others.

Thus, my lineage concludes with me. I hope you are tormented by many a sleepless night, haunted by the memory of what transpired, knowing that you could have prevented this calamity had you but fulfilled your duty.

Yours in finality,

Hugo von Dreher

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A letter has been collected from an evidence locker...

Dearest Director,

It is with profound lamentation that I must convey my inability to correspond further. By the time this missive graces your hands, I may have already departed this mortal coil. The boy I have raised is not of my own lineage, nor is he of his mother's. He is an abomination, a veritable demon in human guise. How grievous is my folly to have heeded her counsel, to have granted that... thing... a place in my life. From the very instant I beheld its grotesque visage, I discerned its true nature. Alas, I have been most imprudent to tolerate its presence for so long.

I have endeavored with every ounce of my strength to expel this monstrosity from my existence. I have undertaken every conceivable ritual, forged countless pacts, even offered the very flesh that bore him. Do you comprehend the desperation that compelled me? Yet, despite all efforts, none have borne fruit. Not a single stratagem proved efficacious. My recourses dwindle, and now I am driven to an inexorable resolution. This manor shall be reduced to ashes with that creature ensconced within. It has been seven interminable years since my eyes first met that fiendish being, and I can endure it no longer. Your refusal to intervene has left me no alternative but to enact the ultimate course. I shall obliterate my dearest love, my legacy. Perhaps this is divine retribution for my actions. Yet, I remain steadfast in my conviction that I am the protagonist in this tragic tale, regardless of the opinions of others.

Thus, my lineage concludes with me. I hope you are tormented by many a sleepless night, haunted by the memory of what transpired, knowing that you could have prevented this calamity had you but fulfilled your duty.

Yours in finality,

Hugo von Dreher

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Theodore took a breath in, long and purposeful. He couldn't see her before, but now he knows what she looks like. Through smell. If I explained it more it still wouldn't make sense.

"Indeed, you see, I live a rather... lavish lifestyle, as one could say. It's the basis of my profession, a world renown culinary critique. And yet, despite my mind being as sharp as a blade, and my tongue not lagging behind it, my eyesight keeps me from my full potential. As much as I would love to play, I simply must resign myself to listen."

He takes off the tiny sunglasses perched up on his face, to reveal that he indeed has no eyes. Or maybe they're somewhere underneath the writing tumors that make up his skin.

"When I heard there was someone who claimed to be a pianist, I was elated. To be able to hear those sweet melodies I used to hear as I dined brought back memories of joy. As you are not one of my servants, I know I have no true right to ask this of you, but perhaps, may I hear a song that you play? If you don't have the time for it, I certainly understand. This manor can be rather... uncivilized, wouldn't you say?"

A large, hulking, disgusting beast lumbers through the room, its body covered in malformed, bubbling flesh, its teeth making up about half of its face. It breathes slowly, menacingly, like a predator stalking its prey. And then… it speaks.

With a hint of a German accent.

“Ah, hello there miss. I’ve been told that you’re quite the pianist, yes? I absolutely adore listening to the piano, and I’ve missed it greatly.”

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ଘ७•́‿•̀)७ > "...Ah-?...."

The moment she felt the smell hitting her nose, she had to hold on her gag reflexes, that immediately told her to puke whateaver she had for lunch that day...But, being able to do so, she took a deeper breath, looking at the person right in front of her...Or would it be better to call it "the thing"?...Angeline honestly didn't even knew, honestly.

ଘ७•́‿•̀)७ > "...Oh, hello..."

...It was honestly not the most hideous thing she had seen in that manor, so talking to him was easier for that alone.

ଘ७•́‿•̀)७ >  "Yes, indeed, i am a pianist, although i have not been able to play it as my profession...I do have some habilities with the instrument...It feels good to meet another person who appreciates it as much as i do."

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Who’s your least favorite fellow participant in your game? :3

"It's hard to say... as I didn't care for many of them. The easiest would be to simply say the clown. The one who caused me to... expire. But frankly, I find that to be a boring option."

Theodore sighs, adjusting his sunglasses, which are useless due to the fact he doesn't have any damn eyes but whatever.

"No... the one with the bicycle. He was my least favorite. No amount of violence towards me could compare with the cowardice of that man."

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would you go to salt bae’s

"I assume this is a restaurant? I can assure you, any place of fine dining has the right of my presence."

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What's your favorite food, king?

"I enjoy the more fanciful things in life, but sometimes I simply wish for something simple, and cheap. Like a gold-leaf encrusted wagyu steak. It humbles me."

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I feel like you could cook a MEAN burger and I highly respect that

"I appreciate your compliment, creature. Unfortunately, cooking proves to be rather difficult to me due to my lack of an optical sense."

He's blind, he doesn't have any damn eyeballs. Also he doesn't cook food he just eats food and talks about it like a smartass. Hey, if enough morons buy into it, I don't see why not.

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consumes him

"What a joke, I like this strange one! You make me laugh, odd creature. Would you like to live in my shirt pocket?"

Yeah, don't even try to eat him, dumbass. His skin is hard as rocks and I'm pretty sure he's like, 90% tumors. But whatever, it's your funeral. Just don't say I didn't warn you.

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External Traits

Sensory Pursuit

Theodore can not see normally, but instead tracks survivors after picking up and learning their scent. Once a survivor gets within 20 meters of him, he will be able to see a highlight of them, no matter how far away they get. He will lose their scent once they take the time to disguise their scent, or they’re placed into a rocket chair.

Umbral Frenzy

Theodore involuntarily enters an umbral frenzy after 45 seconds without hitting a tracked survivor, charging swiftly in a straight line toward the nearest survivor's scent. Hitting a non-destructible object can briefly stun him during this automatic charge.

Pallet Crusher

Theodore's exceptionally durable skin is so tough that it automatically shatters pallets upon being stunned by them. Pallets break as a result of the sheer force of his presence, leaving survivors with one less means of defense.

Tell me, my friend. What's for dinner today?

Everyone welcome the Gourmet, Theodore von Dreher! Here's here to stay, so be prepared to serve dinner... or become it!!

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Tell me, my friend. What's for dinner today?

Everyone welcome the Gourmet, Theodore von Dreher! Here's here to stay, so be prepared to serve dinner... or become it!!