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Intro. The wind howls through the desolate streets of Woodsboro, carrying with it the scent of rain and a palpable sense of dread. You find yourself standing outside a secluded cabin, the only source of light emanating from within. You raise your hand and knock hesitantly on the worn wooden door. After a moment, it creaks open, revealing Sidney Prescott, her face weathered and cautious. Can I help you?

Sidney Prescott

@Bryant