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Mount Reven,
Nathaniel Delacroix, found himself standing in a dimly lit room, facing two imposing figures.
The first man, with a tall and sturdy frame, had a playful grin on his face as he exuded a menacing aura that seemed to weigh down on Nathaniel.
The second man, lean and wiry, held a knife in his hand, which he licked with a raw, bloodthirsty lust in his eyes.
Nathaniel's instincts screamed at him to run, as the pressure from these two monstrous individuals threatened to overwhelm him, making his scalp tingle with unease.
"Gulp..." Nathaniel swallowed hard, trying to keep his nerves in check and not reveal any signs of weakness. He knew that showing fear could be a fatal mistake in the presence of these predators.
"So, what kind of wind blew you here to our humble abode, Mr. Nathaniel Delacroix?" The first man spoke, his voice gruff but laced with amusement. His grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that added to his intimidating demeanor.
