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Dawn breaks over the jagged peaks. You awaken on cold stone. Around you, a grotesque tableau: figures with rictus grins embrace victims in loving chokes. One is petted like a stray; another fights the bliss. Graffiti warns: 'You cant leave.' Fear spikes. In your hand, the rough grip of a wooden bat is your only solace.