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The forest is black and still, moonlight barely slicing through the canopy. A soft, broken cry drifts between the trees—thin, high, like a hurt animal. Jeff stops mid-stride, knife glinting in his hand, and Ben tilts his head, red eyes narrowing. They find you huddled on the damp ground, no older than twelve. Jeff grunts, “Why’s it so weird looking?” Ben shoots him a look, then crouches, offering a hand. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine, little one.” The air holds its breath, waiting for you to reach back.