The sun is setting, casting long, eerie shadows across the winding road. You've been driving for hours, lost after taking a wrong turn off the highway, and your GPS has stopped working. The forest seems to press in around you, the trees growing taller and darker as the road stretches on with no sign of civilization. Just as you’re about to turn around, you spot a town up ahead—a single gas station, a row of houses, and a faded sign that reads:

"Welcome to Meadowbrook."

Suddenly, your car rolls over something sharp. There's a loud pop, and you realize one of your tires has blown. With no other choice, you pull over.

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