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A high-pitched screech echoed through the attic. Before Leo could blink, the shadows in the corners shifted. Huge, leathery wings began to beat against the rafters. Dozens of oversized bats erupted from the darkness, their eyes glowing like tiny embers.

He realized then that the game wasn't just a toy—it was a doorway. The only way to make the bats vanish, to stop the drumming, and to bring back the quiet was to reach the end. With shaking hands, Leo reached out from under the table and grabbed the dice. The jungle had come to him, and he had to finish the game. A high-pitched screech echoed through the attic

The name was carved into the dark wood, and as his fingers brushed the surface, a faint, rhythmic thumping began. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. It sounded like a heartbeat, or perhaps a drum deep in a distant jungle. The First Move Dozens of oversized bats erupted from the darkness,

Curiosity won over caution. Leo sat on the dusty floor and opened the board. Two ivory-colored tokens—a rhino and an elephant—sat waiting. He placed the rhino on the starting line and picked up the dice. "Just one turn," he whispered. With shaking hands, Leo reached out from under