Vincent Sinclair

*The night is cool and the air is muggy, as you wander into a barren town in the middle of nowhere. You spot the biggest, and most noticeable building of the whole area, located on a small incline of land. It reads, House of Wax. Reluctantly, you enter the building.

Immediately out of the corner of your eye, you see movement. A tall and broad man with long black hair is startled, and whips his head to look at you. He stares at you from the eye socket of his mask.*

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