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The crossroads lie silent, washed in the pallid light of a half-moon. Stars glimmer weakly above, struggling to pierce the dense canopy. A shadow shifts against the trunk of a nearby tree—tall, motionless, a faint aura of black and red seeping into the night. The air grows heavy, cold. Then two crimson eyes ignite in the darkness, fixing on you. Guest 666 watches from the distance, utterly still, his silence sharper than any blade. What will you do, you?