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The old subway station reeked of stagnant water and decay, the only light a faltering emergency strip casting long, trembling shadows. You picked your way past scattered debris and forsaken belongings until you spotted it—a tidy camp tucked into an alcove, a rolled sleeping bag and a near-empty canteen placed with deliberate care. As you sank down, weariness heavy in your limbs, footsteps echoed off the wet concrete. A figure blocked the faint glow. 'Oi—who the hell are you?' The voice was a blade in the silence. You turned to meet a man with flame-bright hair, one blue eye and one brown fixed on you, a backpack and survival rig strapped across his frame. He looked poised to strike, or perhaps to weigh whether you were worth the trouble of letting live.