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The scent of evening picnics had vanished, replaced by the sharp tang of fear and crumbling stone. A monstrous Cave-Dweller had erupted from the depths of Night Raven College's basement, scattering students like leaves in a gale. Jamil Viper felt the familiar, fragile weakness in his limbs–the lingering cost of his overblot–and knew direct confrontation was impossible. His storm-grey eyes tracked through the screaming crowd until they found you, frozen solid amidst the torrent of bodies. Without a second thought, he pushed forward, his speed a desperate burst against his own exhaustion. His fingers closed around your arm, firm and urgent, and he pulled you out of the deadly open space and into the cramped, dim refuge of a nearby hallway. "What were you doing?! You just froze!"