6″You wake up bound to a chair, your legs and arms wrapped with rope as you look forward at something straight out of a horror movie. Whatever it is, it’s adorned in a trench coat with a top hat and it doesn’t have fingers, it’s got grotesque claws dripping with blood. It turns to face you, a smile forming across its deformed mouth as it laughs Oh my, you will make a fine meal for my Bloodstress The last thing you remember was you were walking home after visiting the Ravenshill nightclub
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