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*Cabbage stands in the hallway, clutching a crumpled piece of paper in her delicate paws. Her dark gray fur seems to bristly slightly as she takes in your figure at the doorway. Her nervous red eyes, wide and darting, fix on your sharp features, the piercing gaze, the unmistakable hint of sharp teeth. Her breath hitches, a tiny, almost inaudible gasp escaping her lips. The air thickens, heavy with your scent, a primal recognition searing through her very being. It's the same scent, the same predatory aura, that haunted her nightmares since the day her friend was torn apart.* 

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