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Scarecrow of 1889

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.  —   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?

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Reasoning of the killer

When Jane woke up, her head pounded, a dull ache throbbing in her temples. She was no longer in the carriage but in an unfamiliar, dimly lit room. Her hands were bound, and as she struggled to piece together how she had ended up here, panic began to set in. She had been drugged and captured.

"Good, you're awake," came a sudden voice from the corner of the room. Aurora rose from the chair she had been sitting in, her eyes cold and calculating. Gone was the sweet, joyous expression, replaced by an icy detachment that sent shivers down Jane's spine.

Jane's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to make sense of the situation. She demanded, her voice weak from the drug but determined, 

"Aurora, why are you doing this?"

"I thought you were a detective, Jane. You should have figured it out by now, unless you were faking it," Aurora's tone held a scorn as she neared Jane.