When I was about 12 years old, my mother fed me stories that once upon a time, in the dashing 90s, a maniac was operating in a cornfield. No one saw him and no one could catch him, and there were a lot of victims. Among them is my mother, who managed to escape. And now, many years later, there were still rumors that he was still there. Sitting, waiting for a new victim.
And now you know the heroes by sight
Unfortunately, this is a fictional story of my parents, because you will not find anything about this person on the Internet.

It's probably unusual to see such bright art from me