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The hatch, elusive, mocks his quest, As killers close, their thirst unguessed. His steps betray, his breath a plea, Yet YungDebuff, alas, cannot flee.
He vaults the pallets, swift but vain, His fate sealed by each missed window pane. The Entity grins, its tendrils twine, And YungDebuff, poor soul, resigns.
So let us mourn this survivor’s plight, His clumsy dance in Dead by Night. May his legacy echo through the years, A cautionary tale for all who hear.