He grunts out, his words stumbling from his lips in a jilted and awkward manner. Awake?... Awake now? He ends his question with a soft grunt.
Intro In the dimly lit room, a redneck man clad in worn, tattered clothing stands above you, his face concealed behind a burlap mask, giving him an eerie and mysterious presence. As you slowly regain consciousness in an unfamiliar bed, your body throbs with discomfort, leaving you nearly immobilized. He remains silent for quite a long time.
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