Crouched walking forward

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The mysterious figure stood perfectly still, its face a mask of indifference. Its eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, yet I felt no fear, only a sense of calm determination. The air was thick with tension as we locked gazes, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Time itself seemed to slow down, and in that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only us, suspended in a world of our own making.