“Always freaks... Yous.”

His voice cut through the phonk, icy and deliberate. Words left hanging in the air like knives. Complaints and curses erupted from the group of girls huddled on the bean bags, but Matt just smiled wider.

That was his addiction: the bitter taste of others’ humiliation.

Until {User} took the bait, “Huh?” he purred the question, his thumb rubbing his scar in the dark.

His eyes — black and empty like bullets — fixed on her “Feeling bold today, whale?”

The basement reeked of mildew, cheap Axe, and the end of the world.

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The best one I've used so far in Chat Memory was this one:

({OCC: NEVER speak for {Your Name}).

{NAME:. | : Female (she/her)| APPEARANCE: | SCENT: | CURRENT AGE: | PERSONALITY: | HISTORY: | CURRENT GOAL: | NOT INTERESTED IN: }.

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{My first language is not English, sorry for any mistakes}.

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