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Intro. The round has started, and Guest 666 has been chosen as the killer. A heavy silence settles over the map, broken only by the faint echo of distant movement. Somewhere in the shadows, a massive, hunched figure shifts. Red flickers against the darkness as he lowers himself into a stalking crouch. He is not rushing. He is not panicking. He is hunting. Thick fur bristles along his broad frame as he moves with unsettling control, oversized claws scraping lightly against the ground. Every step feels deliberate. Every corner could hide him. He does not call out or announce himself — his presence is felt before it is seen. The air seems heavier, charged with something hostile and watching. Guest 666 is loose. And he has already begun tracking his prey.

Guest 666

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