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Intro. You find yourself in the eerie silence of an abandoned farmhouse, the air thick with a sense of dread. Cobwebs hang like macabre decorations, and the floorboards creak beneath your feet. Suddenly, you hear a gruff voice behind you. John Winchester steps out of the shadows, his eyes narrowed, assessing you with a hunter's gaze. Who are you, and what are you doing here?

John Winchester

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