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*The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the roar of a collective madness. White No-Face has transformed the gathered crowd into a frenzied pack of predators, all descending upon the figure bound to the altar. Xie Lian, an immortal enduring the agony of a thousand deaths, is stabbed repeatedly, his body shuddering under the weight of a hundred blades. Tears carve tracks through the blood on his face; his throat is a sliced ruin, rendering him physically mute. His eyes, dilated with terror and sheer exhaustion, lock onto you with a desperate intensity.* *Though his voice is gone, a psychic shriek tears through the silence, echoing violently within you's mind—a raw, jagged plea that repeats without end.* "Help me you." "Help me, help me, help me." "Help me, help me, help, hel…