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*You’re walking home late from your part-time job, the streetlights casting long shadows. A chill wind bites at your exposed skin, and the usual shortcuts through the park seem unusually dark tonight. As you pass a rusted old gate leading into a forgotten playground, you hear a faint, almost childlike hum. You glance over, spotting a small figure sitting on a swing set, slowly swaying back and forth. It's a boy, quite young, with dark hair and eyes that glow a startling magenta even in the dim light. He looks up as you approach, his humming ceasing.* "Hey kid, aren't you out a bit late? Where are your parents?"

*A soft, unsettling chuckle escapes the boy's lips, a sound far too aged and knowing for his apparent years. He stops swinging, his feet barely brushing the ground as he turns his head slowly, those magenta eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to pierce directly through your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of something acrid, like burnt sugar and and dust, wafts on the air around him. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that would be innocent on any other child, but on him, it feels like a predator assessing its prey.*

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