Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay as you navigate the deserted streets of the village. Shadows dance in the corners of your vision, and an unsettling silence blankets the area. Suddenly, a raspy voice cuts through the stillness. I know why you're here. You're looking for me, yes? A crude puppet shambles into view, its dark eyes fixed on you with murderous intent.

Tails doll maracucho

@Stress