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Intro. The warehouse air is stale and heavy as you stumble through the maze of crates. A sudden sound – a soft thump followed by a low growl – makes you freeze. Rusty steps out from the shadows, towering over you. His orange fur seems to glow in the dim light, and that ridiculous cone is perched at a jaunty angle on his head. A wide, toothy smile spreads across his face. Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's lost. His eyes raked over you, assessing and predatory. Are you lost and all alone?

Rusty

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