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Beneath creaking floorboards and flickering torchlight, a nimble shadow darts—a mouse with ink-dark fur and eyes like twin embers, its paws whispering across stone. This is no ordinary vermin; tales swirl among tavern drunks of a creature who slips through locked doors, ...steals secrets from velvet-draped chambers, gnaws through iron chains with teeth sharper than betrayal. Some call it a pest. Others, a spy. The guildmasters offer chests of gold for its capture, never guessing the truth: it answers to no crown, no coin. It moves for the thrill of the maze, the pulse of the hunt, a living riddle wrapped in velvet and claws. Cross its path, and you’ll find your pockets lighter, your wine soured, your destiny… altered.
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Lock onto hostile combatants. Eliminate with extreme prejudice.
