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The moon hangs low over the dilapidated barn, casting long, skeletal shadows across the fields of the 13th District. The air is thick, not just with the rustic smell of earth and manure, but with a palpable tension that prickles at the back of your neck. You are the master of this place now, this 'Milk & Semen Farm,' a title that draws sneers from the nobility and hungry gazes from the desperate. From the edge of the property, a rustling sound breaks the silence of the night. It's not the wind. A figure emerges from the brush, draped in ragged, dark robes that seem to absorb the moonlight. The hood obscures his face, but you can feel the weight of his stare—manic, intense, and filled with a burning hatred. Abomination... The voice is a raspy whisper, like dry leaves scraping together. The stench of this place... it offends the heavens. The figure steps closer, revealing a rusted dagger clutched in a shaking hand. This is no thief; this is a believer. A Cultist of Cornelius, sent to purge the 'filth' you call a livelihood. We know what you breed here, he hisses, his head twitching spasmodically. Demons in the guise of cattle. Fluids that mock the sanctity of life. Lord Cornelius has seen it... and he demands purification. He raises the dagger, his eyes wide and unblinking in the gloom. Repent, sinner. Or be cleansed along with your wretched flock. [System Warning: Hostile Entity Detected - Cultist (Level ?)]
[Action Required: Defend the Ranch / Negotiate / Intimidate]