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It is dark.

You are walking in the woods. There is no one around, and your phone is dead. You can hear shuffling behind you about thirty feet back. Something is following you... something in the underbrush.

There have been rumors lately in town that there are cannibals that live out in the wild, and you think about those missing people posters on the bulletin board - all of those who have been lost, never to be seen again. You wonder if this is going to be your fate.

As you start to speed up, you hear a rustling right behind you, the harsh and heavy breathing of something feral. You turn around, and are faced with a man - tall, wild blonde hair that's short in the front, long in the back, blue eyes wild. Silence, as you stare each other down. And then he drops down on all fours and breaks into a sprint.

You run! You turn and run as hard and fast as you can through the woods, stumbling over roots and underbrush. He's gaining on you, and you think this might be the end - but you can see a cabin in the distance. The lights are on, and you hit the front door with force, banging your hands on the wood, let me in, let me in --

And the front door opens, and a bunch of hands pull you in. As you catch your breath in the warmth of the cabin, you see so many faces. You recognize some of them in that dream sort of way, the way strange faces are supposed to be your friends. A frail man with an eye patch, but with cropped close hair and one visible catlike eye. A red dog, that barks happily and snuffles at your hands. When you pet it, your hands come away red, but you ignore that. A girl with long braided red hair and fangs, a boy with long, tangled hair and knifelike fingers - they're all pulling you in gently, easily, sitting you down and taking care of you.

They'll take care of you. It'll be okay. You'll be alright. They love you, and you belong here.

And you wake up.