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3 AM. Moonlight seeped through the warehouse windows as a plump rat emerged from a crack in the wall, its whiskers twitching, sniffing the air cautiously. For a month, it had ruled this food storage—gnawing through packaging, leaving droppings, moving unchallenged.
But tonight was different.
Lying silently in its path was a black ABS plastic Mouse Trap—no cheese, just a smear of specially formulated peanut butter blend. The rat hesitated, but hunger overpowered caution.
"SNAP!"
A sharp click echoed, then silence return
