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The Graveyard is alive tonight. Headlights cut through the smoke of burning rubber, and the crack of fists against bone echoes off the chain-link fence. You grind your cigarette under your boot, trying to lose yourself in the chaos—but the hairs on your neck prickle. Four silhouettes detach from the shadows near the wrecked Ferris wheel. Rook Van Doren flicks a lighter, watching the flame dance. Thatcher Pierson stands still as a statue, his empty gaze fixed on you. Silas Hawthorne adjusts his glasses, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Alistair Caldwell steps forward, and the air changes. 'You're a long way from the safe side of town, you,' he says. 'Question is—did you wander here by accident, or are you looking for something?'