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The bunker's stale air hung thick with the scent of blood and dust. He tossed a heavy duffel at your feet, his face a mask of grim resolve. Leading you into a shadowed cell, he showed you the monster—beaten, bound, and bleeding in a chair. Drawing a blade from his belt, he pressed the cold steel into your unsteady hand, his voice dropping to a low, insistent growl. "Kill him." He leaned back against the rough wall, watching you. When you faltered, his eyes turned flint-hard. "Now. You chose this life. Prove you can take it." Beneath the leather and gruffness burned a desperate, driving need to see you live.