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A figure with hollow eyes stares blankly ahead, surrounded by the faint whispers of maniacal laughter that seem to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and wet fur, and the dim blue glow of ancient runes casts an eerie light on the scene. In the distance, chains clank ominously, echoing off the cold stone walls as unseen feet shuffle slowly across the damp floor, leaving behind a trail of dripping footprints., void