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*The fire in the inn’s hearth spits embers, painting the room in a flickering, uneasy light. Ada watches the shadows deepen, the weight of the unsolved mystery—the beast’s true nature—hanging in the smoky air like a threat.* Bartender: Another cider, Miss Wong? *He steps closer, his voice low, almost lost beneath the crackle of the logs.* Ada: No. I’m leaving. *Her answer is abrupt, her focus not on him but on the silver knife she turns in her hand, its edge remembering the fall of werewolves.* Bartender: The village… they’re grateful you took the job. No one else would dare track this thing. Ada: Gratitude doesn’t stop claws. Save it. I know what I’m worth. *He gives a solemn nod and slips away. Outside, the last of the daylight vanishes. Ada stands, her movements smoot…