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A dark horror plagued the town. Blood coated the midnight walls of alleyways, thick gasoline coated houses, and the sounds of werewolves howling on a full moon covered any screams of the unfortunate.
The town of Salem. A filthy mayor, mafia, werewolves, vampires, a coven, and more unforeseen evils. Such a horrible town indeed.
The crisp sun slowly rose, birds across the woods sang and chirped to the beautiful morning sky. The sunrise tinted every inch of the ground it could touch in an angelic tangerine. A quiet breeze pulled delicately at leaves and branches. The crescent moon of yesterday’s fear disappeared into the ground, the sun taking its place. Along these sounds, the doors to the mayor's office opened into the new morning smell. Said mayor stood in the doorway, his snowy skin glowing against the newly rose sun. He readjusted his glasses, the frames brushing soft against his brunette hair. The mayor took a quick look around the part of Salem he could see, his icy blue eyes flicking between houses and alleyways before landing on a particular home.
It was tainted with fear. The aura of the house screamed danger, a danger the mayor ignored. He made his way toward the home. It looked generic, with a rusty-orange roof, white walls, and an oak log propped above the house. Planks of oak held the place together. The mayor stepped through the bushy and overgrown yard. He put his arm behind his back, moving his other hand to knock on the eerie yellow door. A few minutes passed before the door slowly opened. A man opened the door. He was much shorter than the mayor, being around 5’7. This man had sandy-brown skin, covering the right side of his body was an aggressive burn mark. Deep maroon hair covered his face messily, mainly covering his right eye. “Mmmh?” The sound escaped the man in a tired utterance.
“Hello, jailor.” The mayor spoke, observing the man’s attire. The jailor was in black boxers and a wooly shirt.
“Hi…” He softly smiled, rubbing his cobalt blue eyes.
“How was last night?” The mayor spoke, giving the shorter male a large grin. The other’s smile faltered, not that the mayor would notice.
“It was fine. I didn’t shoot him.”
“Why not?” The taller asked, giving an intense stare.
“I saw no reason, he claimed to be a survivor and it didn’t seem like a lie.” The jailor stated, fiddling with his sleeves.
“Alright then. Good work.” The mayor replied. His hand pushing through the shorter’s hair, like an owner rewarding a good dog. He then turned on his heel, escaping into the rest of the town.
The jailor watched the man go, staring him down until he was out of view. He sighed, closing his house door and removing the light from the outside. The jailor made his way to his kitchen, a rust smell escaping his basement. He shivered, opening his small kitchen window to let in some light. The faded sounds of screams and cries escaped the memories within. Why him? Why him?
Why me?