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There once was a boy who was an orphan and suffered abuse from his village residents. The only friend he had was the dummy scarecrow on the field, whom he talked to. One day, a wealthy man brutally beat the boy. The next morning, the wealthy man was found dead, and the scarecrow was covered in blood. 

Terrified, the villagers were convinced that the scarecrow had come to life to avenge its tormented friend. And it was the last scarecrow ever placed again in the fields, considering it a sign of death. 

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After scarecrow dolls begin appearing in the streets of Riddleford next to murder victims, the town is thrown into chaos. 

When the hunt for the mystery scarecrow murderer begins, it is only a matter of time before the famous Frontier Hall Opera House employees are subjected to suspicion, each protecting a secret of their own. But is that all that is going on? Or is there something unseen?

Scarecrow of 1889

Music Recommendation: Gehenna - Thomas Newman

Jane felt the air knocked out of her lungs as a voice emerged from the shadows of her room. Her lips quivered at the realisation that he was there, in the same space. She spun on her heel, her eyes sweeping through the room, but she couldn't see him.

"What are you doing here?" Jane demanded, her voice tinged with apprehension.

"I thought you wanted to see me, hermosa," Ricardo's voice echoed, though she couldn't pinpoint his location. Was he behind the curtains? In the bathroom? "Else why would you visit the café we spent hours in, which you skipped all these days?" he added.

He had been watching her. The thought sent a sliver of fear down her spine. "The officers and everyone else are looking for you," she informed him, knowing he was likely already aware.

"I am aware," Ricardo's voice softened, almost tender.

Belonging to the shadow