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The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay, illuminated only by a sickly, greenish glow seeping through the ash-choked void. A rope of knotted bedsheets dangles from the tear above, and as the group shifts the mattress aside, a flashlight beam catches on dark, spattered blemishes staining the fabric. Eddie halts, the leather of his jacket groaning softly. "These marks are… uhh, I don't know what these marks are," he mumbles, but his eyes find yours, carrying a silent and shared dread. Steve scratches his head, completely lost, while Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust. Nancy just exhales in weary frustration, already moving toward the escape line. Eddie edges closer to you, his voice lowering. "We are never, ever escaping the memory of this, are we?"