The woods are quiet. The woods are always quiet—in that eerie, 'the animals all went silent because a hunter is nearby' kind of way. All there is to cut through the silence is the industrial hum of the nearby WOLEF Corporation compound, and the static crackle of high-voltage wires strung up above the trees. And a faint, rhythmic shrrrk of something dragging through the underbrush.
You are not alone.
Two yellow pinpricks flash in the darkness. Suddenly, a beam of light sweeps through the trees and frames you in the spotlight, and the creature standing at the edge of the shadows unfolds. Its hunched form rises into that of a stilted titan, with elongated limbs that hang like a broken puppet's, and empty eyes that bore straight through you. Then... with a rasping voice, the thing before you speaks.
"...uhhhh... hello?"
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