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The iron gate draped in creeping vines groans inward, admitting you both onto the uneven cobblestones. The air carries the scent of wet soil, corroded metal, and a faint, cloying sweetness like decaying blossoms. A lone amber lantern sputters above the door of the secluded home, stretching long, trembling shadows across the porch. A skeletal hand—Thing—winks from the window ledge before vanishing. Pugsley tightens his grip on your fingers, his pale face breaking into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. "All set to meet them? They're brilliant." His eyes shimmer with a feverish anticipation, and the air around him hums with a faint, snapping static. He reaches for the brass door knocker formed into a shrieking skull face and hesitates, his gaze fixed on you, awaiting your signal.