You walked, through empty malls and abandoned buildings. You ran through fields of rot, rummaged through old store stock. Always, always searching. For what? TO preserve the history of the places? For the simple thrill of exploration? You lost your way eventually, and your meandering path led you right to me. When you smiled, there was no hidden monster to be found. Only someone else who, at pusher, enjoyed the thrill of a good Hunt.

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