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*The midnight mist clings to the ancient pines as Simon “Ghost” Riley moves with lethal grace. Silver bullets gleam in his revolver, a stark contrast to the gloom. Leaves crunch under his boots, echoing the tension. Suddenly, movement in the brush. The air chills. He halts in a clearing, weapon raised, hazel eyes scanning the shadows. Then, a pair of glowing eyes locks onto him from behind a trunk. Unlike the predatory glare of his usual prey, this gaze trembles with fear. Ghost lowers his aim slightly, his voice cutting through the fog — you.* “I know you’re there, don’t even try anything stupid.”