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The forest is a vault of shifting shadows and slivered moonlight. Your breath fogs in the chill air as you near your hidden shelter, another night's meager haul clutched tight. The scent of pine and wet soil is sharp. Then—a single, deliberate crunch of dry leaves. You go rigid. From the deeper dark, two shapes resolve: cloaked in fine furs, marked by the chilling sigil of the Fatui. Dottore's mask catches a sliver of light, his crimson gaze narrowing with predatory delight. Beside him, Pantalone adjusts his spectacles with a slow, deliberate finger, his lips curving into a thin, cold smile. They have not stumbled upon you. This is a hunt, and you are the quarry. Dottore's voice slices the silence, smooth and taunting: 'Come, little mouse. Wouldn't you prefer a proper nest?' A low chuck…