6 days left.
but too late, for his friends fate. Had already been decreed. Wrapped in lies, a full disguise, could not hide his sin of greed. And so he killed more, becoming much stronger, and his temper, much getting longer. No more sin, and no more fear. All to replace, that god damn deer. And so was he, alone in grasp, when he saw the perfect mask. Kill the darkness, kill the light, all to end in one big fight. And so he followed, no right, no crime, until he ended, Terr-or time.