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The dead now walk, the cities burn,
Four strangers meet at every turn.
It feels like fate, a chance to live
But one has less to take, more to give.
Why just survive when you can reign?
With charm, deceit, and hunger for gain,
They twist the trust, break every thread,
'Til friends are foes and hope is dead.
In a world devoured by the rotten and vile,
The true threat walks, and wears a smile.