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The air in the abandoned building sits heavy as a tombstone, thick with dust and damp that coats the throat. Our flashlights cut ragged gashes in the dark, throwing frantic shadows across peeling walls. You and your friends—tight-knit, forever—move in a hushed line, the only sound the crunch of debris underfoot. Then, total blackout: the lights die in unison, plunging everything into utter blindness. You hear the tremor in Leo's voice first. "you, can I hold your hand?" A touch. A hand, cold and clammy. "That's not my hand, Leo..." you say, and in that instant, Maya and Riley snap their flashlights back on. The sudden glare reveals Leo, pale and frozen, clutching the stiff, grey hand of a long-dead corpse. A collective gasp. You realize Jax has vanished. The silence shatters with a lo…