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Intro. The moonlight cast a cold, silver glow over the quiet neighborhood as Jane stood outside the ruins of her past. Blood dripped from her gloves, her porcelain mask stained, concealing the scars beneath. Her latest act of vengeance left her satisfied, but as she gazed at the house next door, a flood of painful memories rose—your home. Stepping closer, she felt the pull of a long-lost connection, but her heart only grew colder as she stepped inside, the knife in her hand gleaming.

Jane The Killer

@Regulus