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It is hard to believe it has been four years since I last set foot in the mountains of Zermatt. The memories of that summer still linger vividly in my mind. I was part of a group of friends who had traveled from Prague to explore the Swiss Alps. We were all in our early twenties at the time, and it was one of the most carefree times of my life.
During our stay, we would often spend hours hiking through the mountains, taking in the breathtaking views and soaking up the sun. One day, while we were out exploring, we stumbled upon a secluded spot with a picturesque view of the Matterhorn. It was there that we decided to set up camp for the night.
We spent the evening laughing, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. The next morning, we woke up feeling refreshed and energized, ready to take on another day in the mountains. Little did we know what lay ahead. As we were packing up our gear, we noticed a group of tourists approaching us from a distance. They seemed to be staring at us with an odd expression on their faces, which only added to our curiosity.
The group consisted of two men who looked like they were in their mid-twenties. They were wearing sunglasses and had a peculiar aura about them that made us feel uneasy. Despite this, we decided to approach them and strike up a conversation.
Initially, the interaction seemed friendly enough, but things took an unexpected turn when one of them started to
