[ He's been hiding for a while now, wandering the city and feeling enclosed, like he's about to be caught at any moment. The tick-tick-tick metronome of the clock has done him no good either, like the footsteps of something hideous following him everywhere. The witch is laughing in the back of his mind, always. Joined now by recent memories of once again residing within Momma's house. There is no escape. ]
Please let me out.
[ A pitiful little voice. ]
Please let me out.
[ A pitiful little voice. ]
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