Prologue

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Beneath the pale glow of a lone streetlight, a shadowy figure stood. His form was shrouded in darkness, only the occasional flicker of movement revealing his presence. The city, usually alive with the hum of life, now seemed to hold its breath. The streets, once bustling with activity, lay eerily silent, save for the distant wail of sirens and the sporadic rustling of leaves in the wind.

His voice, a hushed whisper, drifted through the cool night air as he muttered to himself, each word dripping with malice. He had studied the city for months, memorizing its labyrinthine streets and hidden alleys. He knew its pulse, its rhythm, and, most importantly, its weaknesses. Each gruesome act he committed left a scar on the city's collective psyche, an indelible mark of his presence.

The citizens lived in a state of perpetual dread, their once safe haven now a hunting ground for a predator they couldn't see. Windows were locked tight, doors bolted shut, and even the bravest souls now hurried through the streets, constantly glancing over their shoulders. Whispers of his deeds spread like wildfire, each tale more horrifying than the last, feeding the city's growing paranoia.

He thrived on their fear, drawing strength from their helplessness. The terror he inspired was his lifeblood, a dark symphony that played in his mind. His victims, chosen with meticulous care, were pawns in his twisted game, each one a testament to his cunning and cruelty. The city was his canvas, and he painted it with blood and despair.

As he melted back into the shadows, his eyes gleamed with anticipation. Tonight, he would strike again. His heart raced with the thrill of the hunt, his mind already envisioning the panic that would follow. The chilling smile that played on his lips was a silent promise to the city – a promise that the nightmare was far from over.

He vanished into the darkness, leaving behind an uneasy stillness. Somewhere, a clock struck midnight, marking the beginning of another night of terror. The game was just beginning, and he was ready to play.

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