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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

During the weekend, Jane decided to take a break from her work and attend a soiree hosted by one of the influential families in Riddleford. She set aside her usual black attire in favour of a royal blue gown that revealed her bare shoulders. Her hair was elegantly tied up, with the strands of her fringe softly framing her temples.

"Look at her, finally attending a soiree after all this time. The rumours must have gotten to her head," one woman whispered to her friend, eyeing Jane as she walked past.

"It was only a matter of time before she was the topic of conversation again. If she's trying to shake off the label she gave herself, I wish her good luck," the second woman sneered. "She's a spinster. No man would take her as his wife, especially knowing she was involved with that killer."

"Jane Reinhart is a doomed name. At least she didn't run away with another man like her mother," another guest murmured, glancing at the twenty-four-year-old woman.

Who is next?