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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> "Sorry for bother you," you say. As you step off the porch, you can still feel his eyes on you.

"Hey kid," the old man says, looking at you and then up at the sky. "It's a full moon tonight. I'd stick to the path if I were you. It's not safe 'round these parts this time of month." And with that, he closes the door and locks it behind him. You look up and see that he's correct – the moon is full. But it's just the moon. It can't hurt you, right? But if that's the case, then why is it making you so nervous...?

Forget this place,

you think and decide to walk back to your car. As you're searching blindly through the woods, you hear a howl, and it sounds alarmingly close. You pick up the pace and hope that it's just a fox or coyote, but by the sound of it, that doesn't seem likely. It sounds... big. Suddenly, there's a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you freeze. You look down at your feet and see that the path has vanished. You must have accidentally wandered off of it while you were in a hurry. And now there's something really big running through the trees, and it sounds like it's fast and coming right toward you. You realize that running is futile. There are only two options...

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Fight.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Hide.

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