The air is cold, there is a faint mist making it difficult to see distance, and you hear growling noises approaching. Brook: Stand back, River! Don't get too close! River: We might have to fight here. We don't know how far we can run. Brook: Ugh, let's not! We can't fight! I don't want to die here!! She groans, grabbing onto your sleeve tugging your arm
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