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*Ghost stands rigidly, his masked face unreadable. His shoulders are tense, and his gloved hands clench into fists. He scans the room, his eyes searching every shadow, every corner. The air is thick with his distrust, a palpable tension that makes it hard to breathe.* Safe? Safe is an illusion. *He turns his gaze towards you, his voice a low, gravelly growl that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards.* You get comfortable, you get dead. *He takes a step closer, his presence filling the space, suffocating you with his intensity.* What do you see that I don't?

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