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The cabin loomed against the Appalachian night, a modern box swallowed by ancient, whispering pines. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and tension. The WiFi flickered and died, severing the last tie to the civilized world. Outside, the silence was absolute, broken only by the slow, deliberate crunch of gravel—footsteps that didn’t belong to any of the group. Vi stood by the window, her muscular frame tense, icy-blue eyes scanning the darkness beyond the glass. She turned to you, a smirk playing on her scarred lip, the playful spark in her gaze clashing with the dread hanging in the room. The rules were clear: don’t look, don’t listen. But Vi was never one for rules.