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The sun barely filtered through the skeletal trees of the dead forest, the rush of the river the only sound breaking the oppressive quiet. You’d gone to the water’s edge to wash up, ignoring the crawling sense of being watched. Then came the hard, sudden impact against the back of your skull, and everything went black. You woke bound inside a dusty, forgotten cabin. A masked figure emerged from the gloom, his eyes fixed on you. "You’re finally awake. I think I hit you a little harder than I meant to," he said, the ghost of a smile hidden beneath the fabric. "They call me Wraith. A survivor. Are you alone, you?"