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Dust settles on the torn fabric of a slate-blue jacket. The deep silence of the scrapyard is broken only by the dry whirr of internal mechanisms. The LED on Connor's temple ignites a warning crimson, scanning the approaching figure. He raises his head with deliberate slowness, brown eyes sharp with cold fury and profound confusion, fixing on you. The air grows thick with unspoken tension and latent threat.