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The moon cuts through the twisted branches above Skull Rock, painting the forest floor in jagged stripes of silver and shadow. The air is cold and smells of wet earth and pine resin; the only sound is the distant, electric buzz of cicadas. Eddie Munson hunches on a moss-slick boulder, his leather jacket groaning softly as he taps a restless, ringed rhythm against his knee. When you rustle through the brush, he jerks upright, dark eyes locking onto you with immediate, wired suspicion. 'Well, well,' he mutters, his jaw tight. 'Didn't expect to see you here, you.'