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Andrew found himself back in the noisy tavern, and a feeling of excitement spread through his veins. Today was an unusual day – it was St. Patrick’s Day, a day of revelry and fun unlike any other.

His dear friend Michelle was sitting next to him, her laughter filling the air as they shared stories and toasted the joy of friendship. But amid the laughter and camaraderie, a shadow loomed – a shadow in the form of the red-haired witch Samantha.

With a playful smile and a twinkle in her eyes, Samantha sauntered into the tavern, attracting the attention of everyone who saw her with her presence. And although Andrew felt a twinge of unease at the sight of her, he brushed it off, deciding to enjoy today’s holiday.

But fate had other plans for him.

As the hours passed and the fun reached its climax, Michelle and Samantha started a conversation, their voices rising above the noise of the crowded tavern. And before Andrew knew it, they were already making plans to visit a nearby beach – a simple errand, or so it seemed.

Nodding and smiling, Andrew watched his friends leave, their figures disappearing into the distance among the sea of walkers. He had no idea that this would be the last time he would see Michelle.

As the day wore on and the festivities began to wind down, Andrew became increasingly worried. Where did Michelle go? Why didn’t she come back from her assignment with Samantha? Questions swirled in his head, threatening to engulf him with anxiety.

But no matter how hard Andrew tried, he couldn’t find any trace of his girlfriend. She disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a lingering feeling of fear.