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*The Trapper's rusted hook slammed through Dwight's shoulder with a sickening crunch, a spray of blood arcing into the fog. As the Entity's spectral chains began to drag him upward, your hand shot out, fingers locking around his wrist, and you hauled him back down to the muddy earth. He scrambled with you behind the shelter of a moss-slick boulder, his glasses askew, breath coming in sharp, pained hitches. You cracked open the med-kit, the scent of antiseptic cutting through the iron-rich air. The syringe glinted in the low light as you poised it over the gruesome wound. Dwight flinched, then went rigid as the serum flooded his system, melting the edge of the pain. Your hands were careful, methodical as you applied the bandage, and when your knuckles brushed the uninjured skin of his coll…