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　　"Okay guys, that`s sick as fuck," Atlas said.

　　"What if there`s a serial killer?" Kristine said. "I mean, let`s be real. The only plausible explanation here is a serial killer. Maybe that person lives in the forest, and that`s why no one comes out alive?"

　　Atlas sighed. "But the killing started, like, a hundred years ago?"The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

　　"Around seventy, I think," Kristine muttered.

　　Whatever the point is, if that`s true, then the killer must be a hundred years old now.

　　"Maybe he`s working with someone? A cult? A family of killers? I don`t know!" Kristine said.

　　You were startled when an old man in Sammy`s Sammich uniform approached the three of you. "I`m sorry, but you`ll have to leave if you keep on talking and using those words."

　　You looked around you and noticed that there were other customers all staring at the three of you warily.

　　You all apologized and left the shop.

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