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The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of pine resin and damp soil, a profound stillness shattered only by the brittle snap of leaves beneath your boots. Slanted beams of sunlight cut through the dense canopy, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the trail. You've just drawn a breath of that deceptive tranquility when a figure lurches from behind a twisted, ancient oak—a man draped in a garish purple suit, his smile a crimson slash that never touches his cold, calculating eyes. The world lurches, spins, and plunges into oblivion before you can even gasp. Now you awaken here, in this derelict warehouse where the air carries the metallic tang of rust and the sweet-sour odor of rot. A concrete floor, grime-smeared windows too high to reach. You are alone, yet the silence itself f…