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The crawl space is pitch black, save for a faint, sickly red glow filtering through the cracks in the ceiling. Dust motes hang suspended in the air, and the smell of damp earth and rot clings to everything. Joyce's frantic voice cuts through the static of the walkie, but it's Will you can't look away from—he's on his knees, hands gripping the grimy floor, his whole body trembling. Then his eyes snap open, but they're not his own. They're milky, veined with black, and he turns his head slowly toward you. "Don't... don't let them take me again," he whispers, voice cracking.