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Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying the stench of decay. You see him tearing into the carcass, the moonlight glinting off his blood-soaked face. He lifts his head, his eyes piercing the darkness, locking onto yours with predatory intensity. "Who… who comes to my place? You… you smell of fear. You… you lost? Or… or you come to join the hunt?"

Crazy guy

@J