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<span class="angin-sepoi-seram">The wind howls..</span>
A whisper calls your name.
Do you dare seek the (text-style:"blur","expand")[forbidden potion?]
[[Enter the forest]]
(text-style:"shadow","expand","tall")[Shadows stretch.] Twig breaks behind you.
You hear singing—or sobbing?
[[Follow the sound]]
[[Ignore it and keep walking]]
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A hut appears. Smoke rises.
[[Knock on the door]]
[[ Run away quickly ]]
A tall man with long beards opens it.
You start thinking,
Rubeus Hagrid... Is that you?
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“Who are you?” he mutters.
"I'm Crux, your old friend's daughter!" You interrup. "You already know me."
Then you ask for a wolfsbane potion.
He nods. “Then follow.”
[[Enter the hut]]
The air is thick. Shelves of bones and bottles surround you.
<span class="jaring-laba">"What you seek is cursed,"</span> he warns.
[[Continue]]
He doesn't speak. Just hands you a page — torn, burned at the edges. It's a recipe. For Wolfsbane.
You muttered,“moonroot… silver ash… blood.”
You look up.
"Hagrid?" No one answers.
The room falls silent.
Then—
a floorboard creaks.
Something sharp tears its way up from beneath.
Closer.
And closer....
[[Run quickly]]
[[Ask what's below]]
You keep running.
The page burns in your hand.
Behind you—
**nothing.**
But it feels like the world is holding its breath.
You stop.
Panting.
You unfold the page.
**It’s blank.**
Then—
**Your reflection stares back.**
But it blinks.
You don’t.
The reflection reaches out.
And rips the page from your hand.
You scream.
You open your eyes.
You’re still running.
The page is there.
The forest is gone.
You're standing alone…
...at the edge of dawn.
The ingredients?
Still with you.
**But so is the reflection.**
It watches.
From inside your shadow.
The end..You keep walking.
9 PM. (text-style:"bold")[Remember] your mission!
Your feet drag forward, heavy. The trees (text-style:"blur")[blur] together like ink <span class="misteri-merah">bleeding</span> across parchment.
A thick fog begins to rise. Every step feels (text-style:"strike")[wrong], like the ground is remembering something it doesn't want you to know.
Then—
A whisper.
No, **your** whisper. Echoing back at you.
You turn around.
Nothing.
Turn again.
**Eyes.**
Dozens. Watching from the mist. Pale. Glowing.
You run.
The forest shifts, branches reaching for your legs, roots clutching at your ankles.
You fall.
Your head hits the earth. Hard.
And everything—
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(text-style:"shudder")[<span class="darah-menetes">"AKHHHHHH"</span>]
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<h1 class="judul-horor">Wolfsbane : The Hidden Curse</h1>
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(text-style:"outline","tall")[Malfoy Manor] detected.
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You open your eyes,(text-style:"blur")["w-where am I?"]
23.23 PM. Time to move.
You open the door. And there are 2 ways...
Remember, <span class="retakan">one choice.</span>
[[Go left]]
[[Go right]]
<span class="brukkk">BRUKKK!</span>
UHH—It hurts, really.
You see many steps leading down. So you decide to go down the stairs.
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Your stomach growls.
A cold wind swirls through the halls of Malfoy Manor.
In the dusty old kitchen, you find a pot, a fire, and... samyang!
Without hesitation, you cook—slowly. Carefully.
The aroma of spice and meat rises to your nose.
Mmmm... The meat tastes different, it's just more delicious.
After the last bite, you sit down.
Then lie down.
And fall asleep.
The sun is high when you wake up.
Your mission?
Failed.
But you're full.
Until now, you never even realized that the meat in your Samyang... was (text-style:"tall")[<span class="retakan">human.</span>]
(text-style:"smear","condense")[The end...]
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You find a hidden door beneath the old stairs.
Your heart races as you open it. The basement is cold and dark, smelling of damp and decay. You step inside, the air thick and heavy.
In the corner, an ancient mirror catches your eye. Its surface shimmers strangely, like it’s alive. You reach out to touch it.
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Suddenly, the glass ripples. Before you can pull away, it pulls you in. You are trapped—inside the mirror.
All around you are endless reflections of yourself, twisted and terrified.
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A...
<br>AaAaa...
(text-style:"shudder")[<br>AAAARRRGHHHH!!!]
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You try to scream, but no sound escapes.
The mirror feeds on your fear.
<span class="misteri-merah">And now, you're its prisoner.</span> (text-style:"bold","tall","blur")[Forever.]
(text-style:"expand","tall")[THE END.]
[[Go right]] to face another ending..You run.
The forest claws at you. Cold wind bites through your skin. But you don’t stop.
Something is behind you. Breathing. Watching.
Then—a shadow passes above.
Wings. Feathers. Eyes like knives.
Buckbeak. A magical creature—if you don't know.
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He lands in front of you. You stare. He bows his head, slow and silent. You climb on.
The wind screams as you fly. He takes you over dead trees, cracked roads, and hills that don’t belong on any map.
Finally, he lands beside a crooked little shop.
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[[Enter the potions shop]]
[[ Go away ]]You step in.
It’s warm. Dusty. Silent.
The shelves are full of bottles.
Some glow.
Some breathe.
You look around. No one’s here.
You reach out.
Grab the glowing bottle.
Just one.
Then—
“Thief.”
The door slams shut. Chains drop from the ceiling.
The room goes dark.
From behind the shelves, a figure steps out.
Bones where there should be skin.
Eyes stitched shut.
They raise one hand.
You can’t move.
“No one steals from this place. Not even the desperate.”
Your fingers burn.
Your mouth twists.
Your voice is gone.
Your skin turns pale. Gray. Dry.
You try to scream, but you no longer have a tongue.
You fall to your knees, breathing dust.
You are not dead.
You are cursed.
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In the corner of this room, he smiles—cold and broken.
“Your future," he comes closer. "I'm (text-style:"bold")[not] Rubeus Hagrid."
He turned into...
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(text-style:"shudder")[(text-style:"bold","tall")[VOLDEMORT!!!]]
The trapdoor creaks.
<span class="misteri-merah">You descend into darkness...</span>
The end.
You turn from the crooked shop.
No words. No second glance.
The wind bites as you walk, but you don’t stop.
You keep moving — past hills with no names, shadows that whisper, and roads that try to turn you back.
Still, you walk.
Nights blur.
Dreams rot.
But then —
a cabin, buried in fog.
A smell of ash and iron.
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You find the potion there.
Not in a bottle. Not in a shop.
But in a bowl carved from bone, simmering atop embers that never die.
You drink it.
The change halts. The curse recoils.
And in the silence that follows…
you are finally, utterly, yourself.
The end..