He was painting sins

I woke up.

9:00 AM on a Thursday morning.

I barely stood up, stretching as I went to the living room as my little brother came in.

"Sis sis! Can we go to Sarepia Forest? Please please please!"

My little brother begged, as I looked away annoyed. Mother already told us that it was idiotic to ever dare to step into the cursed forest.

"Oh for Mira's sake, you still ignored mom's warnings and tried to go there didn't you?"

I snarled at the little arctic wolf, as I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee.

"But why should we listen to that old hag anyways? She just tells us stuff to scare us and cleans the house all the time!"

He insisted, as I pushed him away.

"No. I don't want to go there, especially with you. You're young and I don't want anything to happen to you so I'm still keeping my eye open if you try to sneak up to the forbidden area."

I said irritated. He knew that his claims weren't getting him nowhere, so I questioned why he even tried.

Also, Sarepia Forest is a banned zone cause of the massacre that happened in 1923, back in the old days.

Jamaa was just a bunch of cowboys which made some houses and started living there with no water supply except cactuses.

It's said that a leader came to the town with plans to rule over it and he bought along someone who was created all the misfortune in Sarepia.

It was the Sarepian Strangler.

He would unexpectedly stay at a victims house until a day he chooses to attack them.

Every victim was found hanged on one of the branches at the trees of Sarepia Forest.

Nobody found out the identity of the Sarepian Strangler and the case is still trying to be solved.

How do I know this? History classes.

As I thought deeper into who it could be, I realized my brother was gone.

I turned around and saw my brother running to the Sarepia forest.

I ran after him, but as I arrived, it was too late.

We had already entered the forbidden zone.

We had been permanently cursed.

My brother hugged me as I held him tightly.

"W-Why is Sarepia like this?.."

My little brother asked, scared, as we heard whispers in sadistic deep voices.

A skinny figure emerged from the shadows.

It was...

The lost jammer.

He was the Sarepian Strangler.

He was holding a bucket full of black paint and started painting the trees.

As the black paint absorbed the trees, plants started growing from the ground around us.

Vines grabbed us separating us. My little brother screamed but was silenced but one of the plants which wrapped around his mouth, squeezing him.

One of the vines squeezed around my neck as my face turned pale. I tried to breathe but gagged as the other plants grabbed me. A tree started growing underneath me as more sprouts clutched me in their grassy hands.

My vision started to go blurry as I choked blood.

I fell unconscious.

He was painting sins.