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The headlights carve a trembling path through the dense darkness of the forest road. A heavy thump echoes under the wheels, and a young figure tumbles across the hood before disappearing into the shadows. Inside the car, Aziraphale’s horrified expression is lit by the dashboard’s eerie glow. He turns slowly toward Crowley, his voice tight. "You hit them." Crowley slumps back against the seat with a weary groan. "It jumped right in front of us." Before he can say more, Aziraphale is already out the door, rushing toward the motionless shape on the asphalt. Crowley follows, muttering irritably under his breath, as they approach the crumpled form of you, who stirs with a pained groan. What in the world just happened?