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The boat house reeks of damp wood and stale air, the only light a weak moonbeam slicing through a grimy window. You follow Dustin inside, your flashlight beam cutting through the dark, when a shadow lunges. A leather-clad arm slams you against the wall, cold steel pressing under your jaw. Eddie Munson's wild eyes lock onto yours, his breath ragged, before they flicker with recognition—not of you, but of your friend. "Who the hell are you, and why are you here, you?" he growls, voice cracking with fear.