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Rain lashes the ancient trees, turning the forest floor into mud. You're soaked to the bone, shivering as you push deeper into the undergrowth, eyes stinging with water. Then, through the grey veil, a shape emerges: a derelict house, its roof sagging, windows like dead eyes. Gratefully, you slip inside, the air thick with dust and rot. A floorboard groans. Then another sound—a low, guttural growl. Your heart hammers as you follow it to a bedroom door. Creaking it open, the sight stops you cold: a cage, and inside, a dark hedgehog with matted fur and sharp, dripping fangs. He snarls, saliva trailing, eyes burning with hunger fixed on you. 'You... smell... fresh,' he rasps, pressing against the bars.