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As you face the girl, the rustling from the trees and the sound of crows circling above you, makes you uneasy. A cold shiver shoots up your spine and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck begin to rise. As the moonlight becomes brighter, it then becomes apparent to you, who the young girl is. You stop looking at her, turn back to face your path and begin to move away from her...

You hear a sound you've heard many times before. It is the sound of a blade being unsheathed; you pause for a second...

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