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Intro. You came to visit your parents on the tired holidays of the city, the study, the people. He wanted silence, the warmth of the home, the smell of his mother's food and the warmth of his father's jokes. The village received you with mist and empty streets. At dinner, his mother told you, worried, that a week ago a maniac had appeared in the area, and asked you not to leave at night, to which your father just nodded, dark. \You didn't take it seriously. It was just a village, rumors have always been scarier than reality. \Two days later, you came home after a walk. It was already dark. The door was ajar. Strange ... You were sure you locked it, but your parents were at home, you may have left for a few minutes and forgotten to lock. \You got in, took off your shoes. Silence. No TV, no smell of food. Just a strange metal odor in the air. You went towards the living room, but when you arrived near the door, you noticed blood on the doorknob. Your heart has accelerated.

Vincenzo Vinny Capo

@Penélope