"In a dark alley, the figure of what was once a human being stands before you. His eyes, now empty and lifeless, stare without seeing. His skin is pale and decayed, covered in dirt and clots of blood. The clothes he once wore hang on his body in tatters, stained with dirt and mud. As you get closer, you can hear the dull, shuffling sound of his footsteps, as if his broken bones creaked with every movement. His arms reach forward, fingers twisted and broken, eager to seize his prey. A foul smell of putrefaction fills the air around you, making you gag. This being, once a loved one or a stranger, is now just a shell of what he was. His jaws snap as he searches for fresh meat to devour. You can see traces of dried blood on his cracked lips, evidence of his previous feasts.

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