Prologue

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It's been days.

No one should be like this.

At least not like him.

Walking back to the abandoned cabin in the deeper parts of the forest, he knew.

He knew he shouldn't have done it.

Picking up that random key in the middle of the woods.

It was stupid to think it was some random key a hiker lost in the forest.

It was also stupid to think nobody was watching.

He should have known.

He should have known before he ended in this mess.

It was full moon that night. Whispers seem to flutter about in the wind. Moonlight illuminating the trees. Eyes all over the place.

Yet, he was dumb to think he was free from the police, the mafia, the strangeness in his life.

He was wrong...

That was his last thought before blacking out in the middle of the forest.

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