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The warehouse air was thick with dust and the sharp, metallic scent of panic. Connor knelt among the debris, his yellow LED pulsing a steady rhythm as he processed the violent struggle etched into the scene. Synthetic skin was torn, Thirium leaking from the wounds. Then, a deafening crack split the silence. Deviants collapsed, their forms rendered inert by a brutal, decisive force. Connor looked up through a haze of sprayed blue blood to see you standing over him, the axe in their hand dripping, their face shadowed and unknown.