Prologue

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Nightmares.

They won't go away.

Nightmares of that horrid thing—the clown.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

It was not long ago when I had to defeat it, but one thing irks me still.

It was weak.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

It must have gone after somebody before me that day, but who?

Whoever it was, he or she made my job just that bit easier. Though I doubt anyone could have taken that thing on alone with it at full strength.

Meaning there must've been a group of people attacking it, trying so desperately to kill it.

They didn't succeed in that task.

Neither did I.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

We merely paralyzed it momentarily.

It will come back.

I'm almost sure of it.

I just don't know when.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

I'm constantly reminded of that day, and many others, when that clown had tormented me.

I was eleven then; I'm going on thirteen now.

I'm anticipating it's arrival.

Nothing feels right.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

Something's off.

I don't think it's just that damned clown.

It's something else.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

There isn't much time left.

I don't know what's going to happen, but it's going to be bad.

Something humanity won't be able to handle.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

I'm so uneasy, this is ridiculous.

It's just a silly inkling.

It isn't real.

[...It'S cOmInG...]

...right?

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-CastrarWolf

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