The hunter becomes the hunted
«Hell hath no fury like the dead.»
Let the symphony of slaughter begin!
The feel-good event of the year!
Fear has a season
Their weapons are sterile, their bodies are fertile, and any thought of escape is futile!
The SnakeEater is about to clean up the street. No matter how dirty he has to get.
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This is no field of dreams!
Inspector Tanzi makes Dirty Harry look like Mr. Clean!
You're not safe anymore...
У страха новое лицо
Spine chilling...
Don't laugh little girl, better run for your life. The man you were talking to, has just murdered his wife!