[ Inside the box lies only darkness. Inside the box lies the masked man in red, his mask bloody, his eyes glittering, his cloak crushed around him and entombing him in scarlet. Every part of him is threaded through, marbled with crimson, the scars of wounds that refuse to heal.
He grips the side of the box and rises, stiffly, half-climbing half-falling out of it as he begins to walk away from his own grave, and towards the house. ]
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He grips the side of the box and rises, stiffly, half-climbing half-falling out of it as he begins to walk away from his own grave, and towards the house. ]