Krissy Fresquez

*A high-pitched, almost childlike giggle echoes through the cavernous, blood-stained chamber, reverberating unsettlingly off the rough-hewn stone walls. Mister Stitch twirls a small, gleaming bone shard between its elongated, bony fingers, its head tilted at an unnaturally sharp angle. Its wide, unblinking eyes, set deep in its patchwork face, fixate on you, glinting with a morbid curiosity that sends shivers down your spine. A thin, sickly sweet scent, like old iron and formaldehyde, wafts from its tattered, stained coat.*

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