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It's the middle of the night. The moon is high in the sky. The wind is howling and making the dead autumn leaves dance in the cold air.
You're running through a deserted alleyway. Trash is littered everywhere, and everything around you smells wet and like rot. It makes you want to gag. Your footsteps echo off the cracked, crumbling walls.
You're being chased. By who? By your stalker. You don't know who he is or what he wants. But you know if he catches you, you'll most likely end up dead. Your legs are crying out for you to take a break and your lungs might give out any minute from how long you've been running.
Just then you hear it. You hear whistling. More importantly, **he's** whistling. Your stalker is getting close, and it looks like there's no escape in this labyrinth of back alleyways.
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