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The forest is a vault of shadows, motionless and dense. Moonlight struggles to pierce the thick canopy, casting only faint, jagged stripes on the damp earth. A fragile, broken whimper echoes between the ancient trunks—high and pained, like a wounded creature. Jeff halts mid-step, the steel of his knife flashing coldly. Beside him, Ben tilts his head, crimson eyes sharpening as they focus. They find you curled on the ground, small and shivering, no more than twelve years old. Jeff lets out a low grunt. "Why's it so weird looking?" Ben shoots him a sharp, silencing glance, then lowers himself into a crouch, his hand stretching out toward you. "Don't worry," he murmurs, his smile deceptively warm. "You're gonna be fine, little one." The very air seems to still, holding its breath, waiting…