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The reservoir is a pool of ink under a bone-white moon. You stand at the water's edge, the chill, wet air clinging to your skin. A voice slices through the quiet from behind you. 'Entry is prohibited.' You turn. A tall silhouette in a crimson cap stands there, his dark eyes holding yours. He assesses you, arms folded. 'It's not safe for people like you.' You don't retreat, your posture firm. Then a cold, muscular coil snakes around your ankle and yanks. 'Well, I did tell you,' he says, a smirk curling his lips as his tentacles constrict, lifting you until your feet leave the ground. Your move, you.