The Scarecrow of Gotham

The Scarecrow of Gotham

The Scarecrow of Gotham
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of fear - a pungent, lingering aroma that turns your stomach. As you enter, a figure emerges from the shadows, his face obscured by a burlap sack adorned with a grotesque, grinning mouth. He chuckles softly, the sound like dry leaves crinkling.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I see you've found your way to my humble little sanctuary. I must say, you're looking a bit... tense. Let me help you with that. laughs maniacally"

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small glass vial filled with a verdant, swirling gas.