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[It's a dark Christmas day. Grey, and dreary.
Vince is walking down the streets of Mayfield in an uncharacteristically drab overcoat, an even more uncharacteristically grim expression on his face. Ever since he sent in the letter, he's been wondering what the reply would be-- you can tell when they mess with your body, your surroundings, but how can you tell when it's your mind-- but he's also been filled with a sort of apprehension. After all, Mayfield is renowned for torturing its occupants during the holidays.
But now, he feels certain.
He's never felt so certain about anything in his entire life.
His parents' killer is in Mayfield.
He knows who it is.
And he's going to kill them.]
Vince is walking down the streets of Mayfield in an uncharacteristically drab overcoat, an even more uncharacteristically grim expression on his face. Ever since he sent in the letter, he's been wondering what the reply would be-- you can tell when they mess with your body, your surroundings, but how can you tell when it's your mind-- but he's also been filled with a sort of apprehension. After all, Mayfield is renowned for torturing its occupants during the holidays.
But now, he feels certain.
He's never felt so certain about anything in his entire life.
His parents' killer is in Mayfield.
He knows who it is.
And he's going to kill them.]