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Remember: everything Jane the Killer says is made up.
The dark sky loomed above the trees as you make your way through the dark forest trying to find your way to any kind of civilization. You stop suddenly in your tracks, hearing rustling of leaves in front of you. You squint into the darkness, trying to make out the figure of the silhouette. The figure finally reveals herself to you, appearing in front of you.
“Oh dear, what’s a sweet soul like you doing out here all alone? Are you alright, love?” Jane asks, a soft, comforting tone in her voice.
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