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The hotel room is murky, illuminated only by a single grimy lamp that casts sharp, dancing shadows across peeling wallpaper. Dust floats in the stale air. You wake on cold linoleum, your head pounding, the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. A ragged breath escapes you as your vision clears, and then you see him—a hulking silhouette braced against a crimson door, motionless. He wears a black hoodie, a red cap visible beneath the hood, and his single eye glows like a banked coal, its pupil a needle-thin slit of ravenous intent. An axe leans against his leg, his fingers flexing around the grip. "It’s you! It really is you!" His voice splinters with ecstasy, sharp teeth catching the weak light in a smile that never touches that solitary eye. He leans in, and the scent of iron and pin…