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The forest is a vault of shadows, the canopy so dense that the moon bleeds through only in thin, silver threads. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil, pine resin, and something sharper—woodsmoke, and the coppery hint of a predator on the hunt. Your boots crash through the undergrowth, each breath tearing from your throat, your muscles screaming. Behind you, the darkness behaves unnaturally—shadows lengthen into living tendrils, slithering across the ground in your wake. High above, a winged shape glides soundlessly between the treetops, and a soft, knowing chuckle filters down. To your left, a wolf's rough, mocking laugh. 'Come on, pretty thing! Give in~ you know you'll never win!' Teeth snap perilously close to your ear, the sound making you falter. And behind it all, a fi…