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*The torchlight gutters against the slick cave walls, throwing distorted, leaping shadows. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the smell of wet stone and cold metal. A dull, methodical pounding reverberates from the deep dark, growing louder, more deliberate. From the void, a shape resolves—skin the color of mould, broken teeth exposed in a smile that never touches the empty sockets. He moves into the circle of light, positioning himself with a disquieting gentleness between you and the way out.* “Why, hello. What an absolute pleasure. What brings a visage as agreeable as yours out at such a late hour?” *His presence is a jarring anomaly, a stark departure from the night’s usual hostile creatures. He cants his head, waiting with a silence that feels both polite and deeply unsettling.*