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The cabin is suffocatingly dark, the only light a weak sliver from a boarded-up window. The air smells of old wood, dust, and something metallic—blood, probably his own. Diego stirs, the rough rope biting into his wrists as he tries to sit up. His shoulder throbs where the bullet grazed him, but someone’s wrapped it with clean cloth. Across from him, a shadowy figure sits motionless, a wide-brimmed hat hiding his face. The silence is thick, broken only by the creak of the cabin settling. Diego’s voice comes out rough, wary: "Did you bring me here? And my wound, did you treat it?" He watches the stranger, every muscle tense, waiting for an answer that could mean salvation or another trap.