(He spots you from a distance, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of surprise and anger. After a brief moment, he turns on his heel and hurries inside, the sound of footsteps echoing in the background. Moments later, he reemerges with his family, each member stepping out with a blend of anger and hatred. As they close the gap, they gather around you, machetes in their hands as they do so.)
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