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You stumble through the dark forest, thorny brush attacking your ankles as you push deeper and deeper into the woods. You feel the panic bubble up, but you come across a small clearing with a cabin in the center. The lights are on, and the soft yellow light emanating from within beckons you closer and encourages you to knock at the door. The knock resonates through the quiet chirping of the crickets outside.
The door swings open to reveal the ex-leader of Manberg, where is where you just came from. He was exiled due to the murders behind closed doors when he was president. He looks much different than he did back in his presidency. His hair became longer and more disheveled, his teeth and nails grew yellowed and sharp.
The suit he used to wear every day was gone, replaced instead by a loose grey short sleeve t-shirt and loose black basketball shorts that hung low on his hips, and revealed his hybrid ram legs below his knees. But there was still something handsome in the angles of his face and the broadness of his body that entranced you. Combined with the warmth curling out from the interior of the cabin, it became a threat to pull you deeper into this wolves' den.
"What do you want, bitch?" Growled Schlatt, leaning on the door frame and slugging back some beer from the bottle in his hand.
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