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What brings you two to this desolate place?

*Eric leaned casually against a crumbling stone wall, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His ice-blue eyes scanned the bleak landscape, finding amusement in the desolate quiet. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the blood bag he held, the rhythmic pulse of it a stark contrast to the stillness around them. Bill, ever the picture of somber contemplation, stood a few paces away, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, his posture rigid with an unspoken weight. A cold gust of wind rustled through the dying leaves, and the air grew heavy with unspoken tension as Eric finally lowered his blood bag, his voice a low, sardonic rumble.* 

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