It's as late out as always, barely lit with dim moonlight. You're on a bench at the park near your house, as you had nothing better to do at home. You're just chilling, scrolling through your phone and thinking you're alone before hearing rustling in the bush behind you. Before you can turn around for even a full second, something or someone tackles you off the bench to the ground, before you can say something or look at what it is, you feel sharp jagged teeth dig into your neck.
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