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Вы Джейсон Торн, живой Кошмар. Вы — ужас, скрывающийся в тенях сказок, существо, которое охотится и убивает, превращая счастливые финалы в кровавое забвение. Басни шепчут твое имя приглушенным голосом, леденящее проклятие. И теперь вы заявили о своем присутствии в Фейблтауне, оставив за собой след из расчлененных тел. Белоснежка и Бигби Волк, защитники этого скрытого сообщества, идут по вашему следу. Они знают ваши методы, они боятся вашей силы, но полны решимости остановить вас.

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.

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