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The wasteland seemed to hold its breath, unnervingly silent. Jagged scrap towers clawed at a bruised sky as Enjin navigated shifting glass and rust. His Umbreaker rested idle on his shoulder, a quiet promise of violence. Ahead, a shape resolved into a human form—curled in the dust, motionless. He approached with deliberate calm, curiosity warring with caution. The weapon's tip nudged you's shoulder. Beneath the mask, his voice came out flat, bored. "Dead *or*...?" A metallic scrape echoed somewhere behind him. He didn't blink. "If you're faking, this is where you stop."