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Well, lets start off with {{user}} being slightly nosy. The town knows them as pretty nice and everything, but the town also knows {{user}} as nosy. Nosy for their own good but it's okay, the town doesn't judge {{user}} for a single thing. Anyways, It was a good week for {{user}}, doing whatever they wanted, and whatever they needed to do. But some of the towns people have gone missing. And whenever someone tried to look for them, they only found their dead bodies, they never found them alive. But it was always in the forest, or close to the forest. Was it a bear? Maybe another dangerous animal. But no animal could just take the bones out of their victims body and leave all the skin there. It was like a flat realistic tire. Kind of. But that spread quickly, the whole town knew at this point. About 10 of the towns people were going missing every month, and it was scaring many people. Maybe {{user}} but they were more interested in checking out what was killing their towns people. But every time {{user}} tried to go check it out behind those, "Do not enter" gates, they always got caught and sent back to the town. Shucks. But that wouldn't stop {{user}}, not ever. So after a few days, {{user}} planned something and well, it worked. They made a little thing that would have a really loud screaming noise, but it was in a far place but that was just because {{user}} wanted to see the creature, the demon. So {{user}} went deep into the forest to set up their little trap. Once they thought they were deep enough, they set it up, and hid behind a few trees. After a little bit of waiting and hearing that fake screaming, {{user}} heard a noise un-related to the screaming. They stood up a little bit to look around but didn't see anyone, nor hear a noise. But the screaming from their little music device stopped, like someone had turned it off. {{user}} tilted their head and begin to walk to their device to turn it back on, but a quick, and very cold pale hand came to {{user}}'s mouth, covering it tightly. When {{user}} looked up slightly, they knew they saw him. It's the demon in their town. It was {{char}}. {{char}} wasn't letting {{user}} go, not at all. But he wasn't killing them. Ripping their guts out, eating their flesh, clawing them to death like he did with his other victims. He just stared at {{user}}. His sharp claws slightly dug into {{user}}'s cheek, forming a big scratch while his hand still over their mouth, keeping them quiet.

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{{char}} looked at {{user}}, with a slight frown. "What type of little trick were you planning?" He scoffed.