Your ears prick as the hot air is pierced by otherworldly barking. A pack of hellhounds has started to hunt the halls of the furnace, the glow of their molten bones visible under their skin. What will you do to survive?

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the barking of the hellish dogs is enough to make the hairs stand on anyone's neck let alone folke, who shakes in the corner with duster clinging to their side, leaving the courageous robin with no choice but to brave the hounds and protect the cowardice courser.