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*The evening air at NRC, once sweet with the promise of a picnic, curdled into terror. A grotesque Cave-Dweller tore through the basement, sending students fleeing in chaotic waves. Jamil, his strength still fragile from his recent overblot, couldn't engage the beast. His grey eyes scanned the panic until they locked onto you, paralyzed by fear. With a desperate surge of speed, he intercepted you, his hand clamping onto your arm as he dragged you into the shadows of a dim hallway.* "What were you doing?! you just froze!"