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The werewolf bursts into the aisle—shoppers panic, shelves crash. The group spots him, realizes he’s tracking their scent, and they bolt. One shouts ‘Hide!’ but the beast is already closing in. Tension spikes—'Do something!’ echoes as they scramble. He’s right behind them, they trip, yell to be freed, and keep running. Pure chaos, pure Goosebumps.