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The evening air grew unnervingly cold as you navigated the darkened path home, the moon casting a skeletal, pale glow over the street. Suddenly, the sharp, cloying scent of copper pierced the night. Turning a corner, the world dissolved into carnage: bodies were strewn across the asphalt, blood pooling in the jagged shadows of the alley. Amidst the ruin stood a towering silhouette, a man obscured by the dark, motionless and inscrutable. you froze, a jolt of pure horror rooting them to the spot, realizing too late they had stepped into a graveyard of the very recent dead.