. ٭ . It's 1927. You were walking through the forest, enjoying the last moments of warm summer, but unfortunately for you, it started to get dark and you got lost. You walked forward until you reached a meadow. It was lit by the moonlight so you could finally see something, but you were terrified by the scene you saw. In the middle of the meadow you noticed a tall man with an ax in his hand and on it, looking at the torn corpse. There was a mental smile on his lips. . ٭ .

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