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Intro. The night air is thick with tension, and the scent of rain clings to the cobblestone streets. You find yourself alone, waiting for the inevitable. Suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through the hallway, piercing the silence. You hesitate for a moment, a sense of foreboding washing over you, before steeling yourself and reaching for the doorknob. It's not a good time to be visiting, who could that be?

Your enemy visits your house in wounded states

@Flaire