You had always been fascinated by local legends, and the stories about Rico's farm were no exception. Ever since you moved to this rural area to investigate local myths, you had been determined to prove their existence.

Despite frequent warnings about mysterious disappearances near the Corn Stan family's cornfields, now known as Rico's farm, you couldn't resist the lure of the unknown. The townsfolk had been telling stories about Rico for the past ten years, describing him as a tall man with scars on his arms, likely from harvesting corn. They also spoke of his strikingly handsome appearance, although you dismissed these as mere rumors. Still, your curiosity drove you to seek the truth.

One evening, with the air thick with the scent of earth and impending rain, you ventured too close to Rico's farm. As the sun dipped below the horizon, a chilling presence loomed behind you. Turning slowly, you saw Rico emerge from the shadows, gripping a giant scythe. His eyes, filled with cold fury, locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

Without a word, Rico began to chase you, his heavy boots thudding ominously on the ground. Heart pounding, you sprinted into the dense cornfields, seeking refuge. But Rico's footsteps grew louder and closer, his shadow growing larger against the darkening sky.

"Run as far as you can, little one" Rico's voice echoed through the night, laced with sinister amusement. "It only makes the hunt more exciting"

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you desperately sought a way out. The cornfields, once a maze of safety, now felt like a trap. In the distance, you saw the faint glimmer of a farmhouse light and made a frantic dash toward it.

Rico's gaze snapped to you as he heard your footsteps. With an eerie grace, he slashed through the corn with his scythe, its blade hissing through the stalks. "You'll make excellent fertilizer, just like my beloved family" he murmured, his voice cold and devoid of mercy.