The night falls, as the sun comes up. The Angry boar crew was waiting for its remaining members to recover before hitting the road again. Grimm was left with Jax’s punch print on his back and was still hurt and angry by that. As the crew was getting ready to leave, a wagon was arriving at the site. The cart was driven by a hooded figure and standing by his side was a little light pink hair girl with strange clothes, seating in an awkward way, playing with a bad sew up teddy rabbit. The perfect target to get Angry Boar on track once again.

-Greetings everyone. I need some info if you could – says the hooded one, which sounded like a mature yet artificial voice -We travel from far away and we are searching for someone.

-Oh yeah old man? Looks like you don’t know us then, so for that mistake you can leave the cart here and live for another day – declares an Angry boar guy.

It was possible to hear a mitigated voice from inside the wagon, but not clearly. As the voice ceased, the little girl stopped playing with the doll and started mumbling.

-Yoh, little girl, didn’t you hear him? It’s time to get out of the wagon.

 The girl continued to mumble.

-Guys, they don’t seem to understand- says Grimm while a devilish smile -can you take him down of the cart nicely?

 The two Angry Boar members more close to the cart were ready to rob them, however the hooded guy extended his wooden arm and hit everyone on his reach, knocking them down. The little girl stopped mumbling and calmly jump off the cart and walk to Grimm. As she reached him, her gaze was terrifying, just as her crazy smile.

-None of you is him, so I can play with you.

As soon as the little girl uttered those words, the hooded figure’s arm expanded and changed to a blade, cutting down the members of Grimm’s group, leaving only Grimm standing. As the blade arm leaked bloody red drops on the floor, Grimm was assaulted by a fear he never experienced. As he looked closer to the hooded man, he noticed it was a faceless wooden puppet.

-What do you want? I can help you get anyone you need; you don’t need to hurt me – pleads Grimm.

-He’s already gone, what can you do now?

-I’ll help you find him and do everything you say.

-You don’t even know who I am talking about. – says the little girl pouting- So I’ll play with you too.

As soon as she says it, the puppet extends one of his arms and wraps around Grimm, restricting his movements. He continued pleading, but in vain: the girl’s face was devious as the puppet use its left arm to chop his head clean spreading blood spatters all over the girl, who licks it.

A hand covered in bandages emerges from inside the wagon.

-Samara, let’s go. We have things to do.

-You heard it, Mr. Jones. Playtime’s over. – says the little girl to the puppet, as they return to the wagon.

One of the Angry Boar members who luckily had to go in the woods to puddle, was still alive and was now hiding in fear on the bushes, as he watched the wagon leaving after the massacre. He noticed the girls shoulder tattoo, a black frog head, a really well-known feared organization.

-Why…why? I heard about them, but I thought they were all killed. But she is… - before he could finish his sentence, the girl’s teddy rabbit stabbed him on his neck, killing him.

At the wagon, the girl smiles and lays her head on the Mr. Jones puppet’s arm.

-Mr. Whiskers has found a friend. I’m getting sleepy, when he arrives wake me up Mr. Jones. – asked the strange girl as she peacefully falls asleep while tasting the remaining blood on her face.

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