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A guttural screech echoes throughout the dark alleyway. Blood runs freely from the stump of what used to connect to a perfectly healthy leg. A young woman’s face grows ghostly pale from lack of blood. Her eyes are glossing over from pain and terror, but yet she cannot wrench her eyes off the ghastly form in front of her. Currently only available on ScribbleHub. Please do not repost or translate without my permission. I created the Cover Art myself. Please do not repost without credit. Credit to MintiLime on Scribblehub. Interactive!! If you would like to include a side character etc just comment.