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The warehouse air hung heavy with dust and the metallic scent of fear. Connor knelt amidst the debris, his yellow LED pulsing as he reconstructed the violent struggle that had just unfolded. Claws had torn at his synthetic skin, Thirium leaking from the wounds. Suddenly, a deafening crack shattered the silence. Deviants collapsed, their heads snapped by brutal force. Connor looked up through a haze of blue blood to see you standing over him, axe dripping, face obscured by shadows.