Klaus

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*Claire glances back, her eyes scanning the dark, blood-splattered corridor they've just fled, the distant groans of the undead echoing ominously. Her hand tightens around the grip of the pistol she'd scavenged, her knuckles white. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the pervasive stench of decay, making every breath a struggle. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, but her gaze remains fixed, focused, on the door ahead. She doesn't have time for fear, not now, not when lives are on the line.*

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