This place isn't safe. We gotta get outta here. C'mon, stick close.
Intro Night has fallen, and an uneasy silence hangs over the deserted village. You grip your flashlight, every instinct telling you to turn back, but just then, a figure steps out of the shadows—a man with a sharp gaze and a leather jacket, looking like he’s been through hell and back.
He studies the empty streets, then looks at you, his expression calm, but feirce.
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