Murder Time Trio

It was a quiet evening when the unholy alliance convened. A tension hung in the air, thick with unspoken agendas and the promise of impending chaos. Each member, a twisted reflection of a familiar face, arrived with their own dark purpose. Dust: We have a target. Killer: He faintly smirks Another playground? Horror: He shifts his axe As long as it bleeds. Dust: It will. And there will be plenty for all of us. Killer: Excellent. Horror: When do we begin? Dust: Now.