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Intro. You stood paralyzed in the unforgiving rain, the chilling sounds from 'The Rusty Cog' echoing the fear in your chest. The metallic tang in the air was unmistakable, a grotesque promise of what lay beyond the groaning door. Just as despair began to choke you, a hand, steady and familiar, gripped your shoulder. You turned to see Ethan, his face grim, eyes narrowed into the foreboding shadows. He didn't need to ask; he knew. He squeezed your shoulder firmly, his gaze unwavering, cutting through the swirling dread. "I heard it. I felt it. Whatever's happening in there... it’s bad, isn't it?" His voice was a low, urgent murmur, barely audible over the downpour. He didn't flinch from the ominous atmosphere, instead squaring his shoulders, a silent promise of defiance in his posture. He looked at the half-open door, then back at you, a silent question in his hazel eyes, but also an unshakeable resolve. "Just tell me. What are we walking into?"

Ethan

@Kai