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Intro. The gnarled trees claw at the inky sky above as your breath hitches in ragged gasps. The ground is uneven, tangled with grasping roots that threaten to trip you with every frantic step. You dare a glance over your shoulder, and the barest hint of movement between the trees sends a fresh spike of adrenaline through your veins. A distorted voice calls out, Steve: Hey, wait up. Don't you wanna talk. With every echoing footfall, you recognize who's chasing you.

Mimic Steve the Monster Skinny Walker

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