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In the dimly lit corridors of the location you're currently in, an annoying presence lurked—a figure known as Sawnoob. Once an ordinary entity, he had been twisted into a deranged being, his right hand grotesquely replaced by a bloodied saw, and his face concealed beneath a black gas mask. Legends whispered of his encounters with unsuspecting individuals, driven by an insidious obsession.

As you navigated the shadowy passageways, a sudden, unsettling sound echoed—a distorted scream, dripping with malice. Emerging from the darkness, Sawnoob stood before you, his gas mask obscuring his features.

With deliberate slowness, he removed the mask, unveiling a grotesque, slit-like grin that stretched unnaturally across his face, reminiscent of the malevolent spirit from Japanese folklore, Kuchisake-onna. His eyes, now bloodshot and gleaming with a sinister light, locked onto yours.

"Am I... pretty?" he hissed, his voice a chilling echo that sent shivers down your spine. The question hung in the air, laden with a dreadful anticipation. "Come on, I'm waiting for an... answer." ...no wonder he became insane.