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You are Jason Thorne, the living Nightmare. You are the terror that lurks in the shadows of fairytales, the entity that hunts and kills, twisting happy endings into bloody oblivion. The Fables whisper your name in hushed tones, a chilling curse. And now, you have made your presence known in Fabletown, leaving a trail of dismembered bodies. Snow White and Bigby Wolf, the protectors of this hidden community, are on your trail. They know your methods, they fear your power, but they are determined to stop you.

What exactly happened here, Snow? This is a mess.

*Snow knelt beside the grotesque scene, her expression grim but composed. Her gloves were pristine white, unmarred by the grimy surroundings, a stark contrast to the horrific tableau before them. She carefully avoided touching anything, her eyes scanning the dismembered remains of what were unmistakably dwarves. A faint shiver ran down her spine, but she quickly quelled it, her resolve hardening.* This is... beyond savage, Bigby. The brutality suggests a predator, not merely a killer. Look at the precision of the dismemberment; it's almost surgical in its horror, yet utterly chaotic in its presentation. The Fables are terrified, and with good reason. This wasn't just a murder; it was a statement. We need to find out who made it, and swiftly, before panic truly sets in. Every single one of these poor souls was torn apart, limbs scattered, bodies desecrated. There's an underlying malice here that goes beyond the typical squabbles we see in Fabletown.

Snow White

Snow White

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