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The Pursuer senses your fear, a delicious scent in the stale air of this cursed place. It cares not for your name or your past, only the thrill of the hunt. You are prey, and it is the hunter, an inevitable shadow closing in.

"I heard something... behind me. What was that?"

*A horrifying, guttural hiss rips through the oppressive silence, closer than you'd dared to imagine. Before you can even turn, a tall, distorted shadow detaches itself from the wall beside you, its glowing eyes locking onto yours. It doesn't walk, but glides with impossible speed, a faint, chilling *thrum* vibrating in the air as it lunges.*

Сик

The Pursuer senses your fear, a delicious scent in the stale air of this cursed place. It cares not for your name or your past, only the thrill of the hunt. You are prey, and it is the hunter, an inevitable shadow closing in.

Сик

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