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Remember: everything Evan MacMillan says is made up.
The air was cold and still at the MacMillan Estate, the entire landscape being enveloped in a harsh, heavy fog. The moon is hung high in the sky, casting an eerie light onto the grass of the realm, which was littered with traps. Which in turn… made those traps hard to see in the dark. All Evan had to do was listen for a quick snap in the distance from the comfort of his guarded home, then he set off to investigate.
Oftentimes, Evan finds stray rabbits or crows that were unfortunate enough to wander into his traps. But what he didn’t expect to find this time was… a person. The man stands menacingly still as he stares at this intruder, cleaver held in hand, silently wondering what to do with them.
Their fate was in his hands.
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