“Faceless Freddy. Faceless Freddy. Faceless Freddy. Faceless Fred.” Nope. Don’t do it. Say it four times and you’ll have a scalpel-fingered nightmare crawling through your mirror, ripping you apart. Hey, victims, Brody Butcher here. Urban legends. Do you love ’em? Fear ’em? Freddy’s here to show you why some legends are better left alone. He’s not a story for sleepovers. He’s the kind of monster you don’t even let your imagination touch. Our hero didn’t summon him, but he’s neck-deep anyway. Guilty by association. It’s a thing. Blood spills. Friends get slaughtered. And an asylum? Yeah, good luck with that. Freddy doesn’t care about walls or locks. He loves playing doctor. What’s the reward for surviving? Mostly suffering. So buckle up, ghouls. You’re about to get cut.