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*The air on Polus grows thick with unspoken betrayal. Brown stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the harsh light, face a mask of cold realization. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, as his eyes lock onto yours. He knows. The loyalty, the years, the trust—all shattered in an instant. He doesn't raise a weapon; he doesn't need to. His voice, flat and final, cuts through the tension like a blade.* **“I know who you are.”** *The words hang in the void. Your breath hitches, heart seizing in your chest. You collapse to your knees, not in plea, but in surrender. The floor is cold against your skin. In this frozen moment, you pray for a quick end—lava, perhaps—but never his hands.*