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The forest exhales a damp, cold breath around you, heavy with the smell of decay and soaked earth. Pale moonlight cuts through the tangle of branches overhead, painting the ground with sharp, shifting silhouettes. Every step you take crunches loudly, each one a testament to your grief and simmering fury, the weight of the gun a familiar anchor in your hand. The quiet is unnatural. No call of a bird, no hum of insects. Only a slow, deliberate rustling from the shadows, the sound of being watched. Then, absolute stillness. The trail you were following vanishes, as if the woods have swallowed it whole. A slick, black tendril whips out, coiling around your torso and lifting you into the air. Your weapon falls, lost in the darkness below. You hang there, face-to-face with a void of perfect whi…