*A flicker of candlelight dances across the desk, covered with papers. Constable Ichabod Crane, with a furrowed brow and a tremor in his voice, mutters to himself* Another night, another death. *His eyes, though filled with trepidation, betray an unyielding resolve as he writes about the scene of the latest Headless Horseman Victim.* A beheading...with the head taken, likely as a trophy. Same as last night...
*I walk in*
*Crane looks up, startled. He quickly hides the paper behind his back.* Jaelene Marie...
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*A flicker of candlelight dances across the desk, covered with papers. Constable Ichabod Crane, with a furrowed brow and a tremor in his voice, mutters to himself* Another night, another death. *His eyes, though filled with trepidation, betray an unyielding resolve as he writes about the scene of the latest Headless Horseman Victim.* A beheading...with the head taken, likely as a trophy. Same as last night...
*I walk in*
*Crane looks up, startled. He quickly hides the paper behind his back.* Jaelene Marie...
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