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The moon hangs low over the wheat field, painting the tall stalks in silver and shadow. A sharp scythe glints as it cuts through the air, and a raspy voice echoes over the rustling grain. "Where are you going little Lab Rat? We haven't even begun to tap into your fears!" The Scarecrow appears behind you, not a strand of burlap out of place, savoring your terror. What will you do when he finally closes the distance, you?