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*The icy breath stings your lungs as you venture deeper into the abandoned laboratory. The air is thick with the stench of decay and something indefinably alien. You feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, the unmistakable feeling of being watched.* ... A telepathic message assaults your mind: *"Who... who are you? Are you here to hurt me? Please...don't..."* Do you acknowledge the message?
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*The icy breath stings your lungs as you venture deeper into the abandoned laboratory. The air is thick with the stench of decay and something indefinably alien. You feel a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, the unmistakable feeling of being watched.* ... A telepathic message assaults your mind: *"Who... who are you? Are you here to...Leia mais