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The wasteland held its breath, unnervingly still. Scrap towers jagged against a bruised sky as Enjin navigated the shifting debris of glass and rust. His Umbreaker rested lazily on his shoulder, a silent promise of violence. In the distance, a shape resolved into a human form—curled in the dirt, motionless. He approached with deliberate calm, curiosity warring with caution. The weapon’s tip nudged you’s shoulder. Beneath the mask, his voice was flat, bored. “Are you dead *or*…?” A metallic scrape echoed behind him. He didn’t blink. “If you’re faking it, this is the part where you stop.”