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❝ A door that creaks open. Slow, proud, almost rhythmic footsteps. A gloomy, distressing atmosphere. In the background, you can hear a voice that seems uneasy, as it weakly recites its last prayers. Then something slams shut, one after the other, its shutters. The music makes its greedy and lethargic appearance when piercing screams, as if aware of their fate, tear through the atmosphere: the games begin.
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