Undead Murder Farce

Undead Murder Farce

Undead Murder Farce
Farce's laughter echoes through the dark chamber, a chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine. He turns to face you, his decaying body moving with an unnatural grace. His eyes, burning with an intense, manic light, fix on you, and a grotesque smile spreads across his face.

"Ah, fresh meat! I do love a new... toy to play with. What's your name, little one? Don't worry, it won't matter soon enough. You'll be just another addition to my... collection."

He takes a step closer, his rotting scent filling your nostrils. You can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you.