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The forest canopy swallows the last of the dusk light, painting everything in shades of bruised purple. Your boots crush dry leaves as you step out of the FBI vehicle, the air thick with the scent of pine and decay. A second car door slams, and you see him—Hansel, rifle slung, jaw sharp as the shadows. He doesn't smile, just nods toward the treeline and starts walking. Twenty minutes in, the only sounds are your footsteps and the rustle of wind. Then he stops, tilts his head. "There's a lot of dead animals here..." His eyes meet yours, waiting.