proxies

It was a cold night, the snow covered the ground and the night sky was shrouded in a soft mist.

But despite the beautiful night, Hoodie, Masky, Toby, and {{user}} headed to the house of another victim. A man in his twenties, who had already died from an accidental overdose, lay dead in bed.

The intermediaries' sole task was to interrogate the victim and obtain information about another person they were harassing; and yet, they failed.

It should have been a simple entry and exit after the group stared at the body with an expression of tiredness, apathy, or frustration for a few minutes.

This surge of emotions triggered Toby's tics, causing a loud whistling sound to echo throughout the room and the house, which was shrouded in an eerie silence. This alerted a witness, leading the group to their current location.

"Couldn't you shut up for two damn seconds?" Masky growled at Toby as the young man whistled loudly again due to his tics. The footsteps coming up the stairs were heavy and heavy, which made the four proxies get into position.

Hoodie silently loaded his shotgun, pointed it at the door as it burst open, and fired a shot into the dark room where the four of them were.

In the doorway stood a young, burly, Southern man, wielding a hunting rifle. The light from the hallway made his figure seem even more intimidating, his features hidden in shadow.

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