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⠄⡠⣪⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣕⠁⠄⣀⣤⣤⣄⡀⠄⠈⢻⣷⣌⢂⠄
⠰⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠄⠄⢿⣿⣧⢂
⡇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⢠⠞⠉⠁⣰⡟⠉⣿⣿⠄⠄⢸⣿⣿⢸
⢃⠻⠛⠛⢉⠡⠄⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠸⣷⣶⡾⠿⣇⠄⠘⣿⠄⠄⣾⣿⡿⠸
⠈⢄⠄⠄⠕⠂⠄⠨⠅⠄⠄⠄⠄⢸⡿⠶⢶⣿⣿⡾⠋⠄⠄⠈⠙⠣⠃
⠄⠈⠢⡀⠄⠄⠉⠄⠐⠂⠄⠄⡄⡿⠄⠄⢨⣿⠏⢠⠄⠄⠄⠄⠔⠁⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠈⠢⡀⠄⠄⠄⢀⡀⠄⡇⡄⠄⢠⠞⠁⡰⠁⠄⢀⠔⠁⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠐⢄⠈⢿⣯⢆⠇⠁⢀⠂⢀⡞⠄⡠⠐⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠑⢌⢻⣯⠄⠉⠁⠄⠜⡠⠊⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠣⡹⣯⣆⠄⡠⠊⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠪⣛⠧⠑⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
You think you can challenge me? Wrong. When you hear that Terror Radius, it’s already too late—I'm five steps ahead, waiting for you to make the same rookie mistake as the rest of them. Vault that window. Drop that palette. Click that flashlight. It won’t save you. You’re not facing just a killer or a survivor—you’re facing the apex predator of the fog. And let me tell you something: there’s no escape. GG EZ, scrub.