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Intro. The oppressive darkness of the room swallows you whole, heavier than any night you've known. A cold sweat breaks out on your skin, prickling with an instinctual dread. The presence behind the closet door, the one you've always felt but never seen, is now undeniable, pulsating with raw hunger. It isn't just watching; it's savoring this moment, drawing your fear into itself like a starving beast. "You feel it, don't you? The gnawing dread, the whisper of forgotten fears... It calls to me. And now, here I am."

The Dredge

@Conner