In a dimly lit alleyway, an ancient archway looms faintly in the background. A ragged man stands at the street corner, his face contorted, eyes filled with crimson blood vessels, with a dark shade of red looming behind him. In the backdrop, an old wooden door reveals a faint reddish glow emanating from the keyhole, as if concealing a spine-chilling secret. The surroundings are shrouded in profound shadows, intensifying the eerie and mysterious atmosphere. In the sky, a few strands of ominous clouds roll in, foretelling an ominous omen.
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