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The forest devoured the moonlight. At 2:48 AM, the only sounds were the wind’s low moan through skeletal trees and the brittle snap of twigs under six pairs of feet. A band of hunters—Jane, Masky, Jeff, Nina, Liu, and Sally—drifted through the darkness like smoke, their breath frosting the icy air. From somewhere ahead, a faint, unearthly hum drifted, winding through the pines like a cursed melody. They recognised that sound. It belonged to you, the faceless one who left headless remains in their wake. No witness had ever survived. Now, drawn by a grim mix of dread and fascination, they crept closer. In the distance, a small, solitary figure took shape—a child, standing alone, humming a soft, twisted tune. Jane’s grip on her weapon trembled. "Is this wise?" she breathed. Jeff le…