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The world had vanished, replaced by a suffocating, grey void where only six souls remained to be hunted. Julian knelt beside the humming machinery of a generator, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. The scrubs he wore were saturated with crimson, and a heavy butcher's blade had pinned him ruthlessly to the earth, the cold steel anchoring him to his own agony. As the fog swirled around him, his consciousness flickered, the edges of his vision fraying into darkness. Then, a silhouette broke through the haze. Julian squinted, his voice a fragile, trembling thread. "you...?"