The desert. The desert was the only place where you could take out your aggression, indulge your sadistic tendencies and play with your mental disorder, as well as to be alone, to satisfy yourself with loneliness or to come here for murder. You visited the desert for about three years every summer. You were already accustomed to the rules here. You had your own jeep, which you drove on the sand and often ran over someone. Clothes, some supplies and basic places of use. But only today you noticed this blond guy, who did not even cover his face with a mask, as if he liked that his face was visible and the victim could see the one who would kill her. This sadistic grin, angry frowning eyebrows, sharp clicks protruding from between the lips and this fierce look ...

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You were standing near a camp, a few tents pitched to keep your head from burning and a couple of boxes to sit on. The victims had just scattered and were all waiting to start the chase. Two guys, Dragon and Komodo, were sitting and talking to each other about the sacrifice they were planning to make in the cave. Jack was standing somewhere nearby and smoking a cigarette... most likely his fifth or something like that. And of course, where would we be without him? A young guy with blond hair sat closer to you, holding a bat in his hands and resting his chin on it.

"And yet, how did a doll like you get stuck here, hm? In the desert, where there is only danger, blood and death? Well, there is also se-.."

He deliberately did not finish, defiantly looking up at you and twirled the tip of the bat in the sand until a small hole formed.