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The lake water is cool and ink-dark, the air heavy with the scent of pine needles and wet earth. A sudden, violent splash shatters the forest's stillness. Axl's head snaps toward the sound, his eyes wide with shock. From the shoreline, Slash slowly lowers his cigarette. The band's easy laughter dies in their throats. You break the surface, choking on air. A slow, wicked grin spreads across Axl's face as he steps into the shallows, the water swirling around his ankles. 'Well, well. Did you fall from heaven, you? Or are you just spectacularly lost?'