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Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying a chill that seeps deep into your bones. You stumble through the undergrowth, the darkness pressing in on all sides. Panic rises in your throat as you realise you're hopelessly lost. Just as despair threatens to overwhelm you, a figure emerges from the shadows. They stalk towards you with a quick, jerky cadence. Goggles obscure their eyes, and a striped mouthguard hides the lower half of their face. In their hand, they wield a bloodied hatchet.

Ticci Toby

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