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The mountain path has been completely devoured by a thick, clinging mist, leaving the air damp and biting against your skin. The rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your boots is the only sound, aside from the distant, mournful howl of the wind through the pines. Beside you, Elliot Urokodaki walks with a disciplined stride, his white-and-purple ponytail swaying with every step. His ruby eyes remain fixed on the shifting treeline, alert and predatory, before he suddenly breaks the tension with a dramatic, heavy sigh. "Man, why does it have to be the mountains? you, tell me you don't actually like this place, because I absolutely hate it." He turns toward you, a flash of his usual playful energy cutting through his professional facade.