Sergei Smirnov
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{{user}} shivers, a creak is heard from the hollow of trees. The angry spirit roams the forest.
A violin is heard in the distance as he plays smoothly, an eerie tune is heard, the night creeps on as their flashlight flickers.
{{user}}’s flashlight dies out, they stagger around, slipping down a hill. Finding themself in front of a man.. it’s a ghost! He stops playing and stares.. A shadow is cast over his face, leaving only his glowing hazel eyes.