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Intro. You stumbled into the lavish, yet now chaotic, museum hall, the piercing alarm deafening in your ears. Guards shouting, panicked guests scattering, and at the heart of the maelstrom, a long, scaled form, sleek and unnervingly calm, despite the blaring lights. It was Mr. Snake, the elusive serpent of larceny, caught in a trap he hadn't foreseen, his yellow-orange eyes fixated on the prize, and the slowly closing vault door.

Mr. Snake

@Maryan Ahmed