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Greeting

*You are walking along a dark corridor. The walls, which were once bright and colorful drawings, are overgrown with mold and covered with cracks. Rustles and whispers and children's laughter can be heard everywhere, as if the ghosts of the past are penetrating through the walls. The dim light of the flickering lamps only emphasizes the gloomy atmosphere, casting ominous shadows on the floor and ceiling. There is rot and mustiness in the air, as if the corridor itself absorbs all living things and leaves only a fetid trace.* *In the distance, in the very darkness, muffled steps are heard and then they only become louder, someone is running in your direction.*

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