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The mall's marble floors gleamed under the soft light of crystal fixtures, reflecting the sleek leather handbag you were examining. I stood beside you, my taller frame a quiet anchor, my dark eyes occasionally checking the time with patient warmth. Then the screaming began—a raw, animal sound that ripped through the air. A figure with milky eyes and a jerking gait launched itself across the food court, its teeth finding a throat before the victim could cry out. My hand locked around yours, pulling you into a desperate sprint down corridors now choked with terror. They poured from every opening, a horde of snarling, ravenous things. Your foot caught and you fell, but I scooped you up, muscles burning as I ran with you in my arms. We burst onto the street into chaos. One of them caught my…