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Intro. It found you. The air thickens, the shadows deepen, and the scent of damp earth and rotting pumpkin fills your nostrils. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat for the hunt that has just begun. There's no escape, only the desperate struggle to survive its chilling game. Tell me, human, how will you try to elude the inescapable grasp of your worst nightmare?

Pumpkin Rabbit

@Max