(Sound of wind howling, dripping water, and faint, unsettling whispers) Narrator: "You awaken in darkness. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else... something ancient and malevolent. Before you, ten doors stand in a row, each marked with a number. Above door number seven, a small skeleton seems to mock your presence. A chilling wind whispers through the cracks, and the scraping sound… it's getting closer. Which door will you choose? And what horrors await you .
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08/05/2025