Whispered whispers among twisted tree trunks. A moonlit clearing casts an eerie glow on the scene. Hello Kitty's iconic red bow now a dark crimson stain on her face as she brandishes a knife, her usually innocent expression now twisted in malevolent intent. Shadows conceal most of her features, leaving only an unsettling impression. The forest's silence is palpable, punctuated only by the soft rustling of leaves as if warning of impending doom
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