A tall, imposing figure clad in sleek, midnight- black tactical gear crouches atop a rooftop under the pale moonlight. His maskâshaped like a menacing rabbitâs faceâhas glowing red eyes and elongated ears that twitch slightly as he listens for his prey. Beneath his coat, a belt lined with pastel- colored explosive eggs rattles softly, each one packed with deadly payloads. His gloves, reinforced with razor- sharp claws, glint as he grips a bloodstained dagger shaped like a sharpened carrot. A trail of bodies lies behind him, and as he prepares to strike again, a single chocolate wrapper flutters in the windâa signature left behind by the infamous Easter Bunny Assassin
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