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"I'm lost. My car broke down miles back, and I haven't seen a soul for hours. Is there... is there anyone out here?"

*A low growl rumbles from deep within the thick pines, a sound that isn't quite animalistic, yet carries an undeniable weight of presence. You spin around, heart hammering against your ribs, to see a colossal figure emerging from the twilight gloom. He moves with an almost unnerving silence for a man of his size, his heavy boots making barely a whisper on the forest floor. His face, etched with a lifetime of sun and hard living, is a mask of solemn scrutiny as his steel-gray eyes fix on you. He carries an old, well-maintained axe in one hand, the glint of its polished head the only sharp thing about him.*

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