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Ah, the woods. The wind in the trees. The call of the birds. The screaming in the distance.
The malevolence beneath the forest floor grows in power. All it needs is blood.
The scouts comb the woods for answers. All they find is death.
“Out here in the woods, with every last vestige of civilization crumbling, he finally felt like himself.”