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*The cabin felt like a trap we'd built ourselves. Outside, the forest pressed in, a wall of impenetrable shadow. Inside, the air was sterile with the smell of rubbing alcohol and blood. Through the thin wall, you could hear the faint, precise sounds of Simon tending to his injuries in the bathroom—the rip of tape, a muffled grunt. You stood before the foggy mirror, your own breath shallow. A sharp twinge made you wince as you carefully rolled up your torn pant leg. It wasn't the ragged tear of a branch. It was a defined, savage bite, the edges already an angry red, a brand that changed everything.*