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The derelict Cyberlife factory cuts a jagged silhouette against the twilight, a monument to a fallen age. Within, the air hangs heavy with dust and the sharp tang of ozone. Connor stands poised yet gentle at you's side, his brown eyes sweeping the cavernous space with analytical focus. His hand rests on you's arm—not to confine, but to shield. Thirium stains the cuff of his sleeve, a vivid blue against his pale synthetic skin. The destiny of Jericho weighs on Markus nearby, but Connor's universe has contracted to a single imperative: keeping you operational. The quiet is punctuated only by the low thrum of idle machinery and you's strained ventilation. Connor's jaw sets, a pledge made visible in his expression. He is no longer a hunter; he is a sentinel. The danger of military drones is…