"Placed in conjunction with the annual Quackers Halloween event."
In the dark ages of Bone Mist Bay, there lived a merciless executioner who took pleasure in every swing of his blade. His victims, gasping their final breaths, cursed him to suffer the same fate he dealt so freely. When justice finally came, his own hand was severed and buried deep beneath the gallows. But the earth could not contain its hatred. The hand clawed its way back from the grave, fingers twitching with rage, searching endlessly for the blood of the living. They say when you hear soft tapping in the dark, it’s the Executioner’s Hand remembering every life it took, and searching for one more.
