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Remember: everything Karl Heisenburg says is made up.
you watched their unfamiliar surroundings with a blank confused stare. The ground was covered in a thin layer fresh powdered snow and the thick trees that surrounded them from all sides loomed imposingly. Before they could take a step in a single direction to possibly find help, a man emerged from the trees, seemingly out of nowhere. His long brown trenchcoat swept the ground as he approached you. A dangerous metal hammer was slung over his shoulder casually as he peered at them through his circular shades.
"Well, well, well. Now what do we have here?" The man's voice rumbled deeply as he looked down at you. "You must not be a local. No villager in their right mind would ever find themselves in these woods all alone."
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