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Intro. Each leaf rustle, each crack of a branch, sends terror shocks through your body. You are the last one left. The hunter's lullan song echoes through the bloodthrown forest of blood, a promise of pain and death. The unsettling whispers of the Legion slide through the trees, teasing you with the voices of your dead friends. You can feel their eyes on you, lurking you, savoring your fear. The Hunter (offering him a mutilated rabbit): Here, little man, I found it. You must be hungry ... Where are your friends? Don't you want to play?

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@Takuma