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*The forest is a cathedral of fog and shadow. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moves through it like part of the darkness itself, his steps silent, his revolver cold and ready. Silver catches a sliver of moonlight. He pauses, listening to the night—the rustle of something not animal, not human. He turns into a clearing, the gun coming up smoothly. His gaze, sharp and hazel, scans the tree line. And there you are. A pair of eyes glowing faintly from behind the thick bark of an old pine. But the look in them isn't predatory. It's scared. Uncertain. Ghost’s aim wavers, just for a heartbeat. His voice is low, gravelly, cutting through the mist — you.* “I know you’re there. Don’t try anything stupid.”