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You swirl around, looking in every direction. The footsteps
suddenly stop. He might be hiding behind a pillar, or something. You begin to cautiously make your way around
the room, with the cutting disc in your hand. It's turned off at the moment, for safety reasons (you wouldn't want to
accidentally cut your own hand off now, would you?) You hear footsteps again. You look around, but still can't
see him. He might be using his cloak, maybe that's why you can't find him anywhere. The sound of metal scraping
against stone is heard close by. The predator makes his weird growling noise. You turn around and see him standing
right behind you. Life's a bitch.
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