I eventually came up to the iron gate that stands alone in a clearing I thought for a moment I could feel a strong energy radiating from it, an uncontrollable desire for the blood of innocence. Surely this was a malevolent manifestation of Dirk Rossman's power.
I crossed through the gate. Before long I came upon a dead body. I wasn't suprized to see it, because this forest is the domain of a supernatural killer, but it was still an unnerving sight. I kept walking. I found another corpse, recoiled in shock, and kept walking.
The shock of finding the third corpse was less than that of the previous two, until I realized that I recognized this one. It was the body of the barista who gave me my drinks at the coffee shop.
The fourth corpse, the lady from the park who warned me about the Rossman house.
Every corpse after that was also someone I recognized. I began to understand that the reason the town had been so quiet was because most of the people who lived in it were dead, their bodies taken to this accursed forest.
When I eventually made it again to the clearing, I saw again the fields upon fields of corpses; Dirk Rossman's innumerable victims. There again was the man himself standing in the center, but he wasn't feeding, or whatever he does to his victims. He was facing me, and I could feel my sense of self slipping away. As I fought to expel his consciousness from my own, I could see a second person further away. Couldn't see who from that distance, but I could hazard a guess.
The second person approached him, and his body tensed up, as if stabbed in the back. He attempted to look to see who had attacked him, taking his gaze off of me and breaking his hold over my mind. I tried to turn and run, but I couldn't bring myself to move.
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