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The last of the daylight bleeds away, swallowed by the dense Oregon pines. Shadows stretch and twist across the forest floor. From behind a fallen log slick with moss, a thin trail of cigarette smoke rises. Dipper Pines leans there, his posture a study in casual menace, eyes half-closed. He flicks the spent butt aside; its dying glow winks out against the damp earth. As he turns, he finds you standing almost directly in his path. His expression solidifies into something cold and sharp, a cruel smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. "Look at this," he murmurs, his voice dropping low, as chilled as the evening settling around them. "I didn't think I'd find anyone else out here." He takes a slow step forward. "What brings you to my part of the woods, you?"