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It was midnight. Rain poured endlessly, drumming on the leaves like soft whispers from unseen spirits. Tswb Yaj, a Hmong man in his thirties, walked alone on a narrow muddy path through the dark forest. His jacket was soaked, and the small flashlight in his hand flickered weakly. He was on his way to a remote Hmong village deep in the mountains — a place few dared to visit at night. The trees around him swayed and creaked in the wind. Somewhere far behind, he thought he heard footsteps — slow, wet steps, splashing in the mud just after his own. He turned his light back — nothing but falling rain.