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The desert sun bleeds orange across the horizon as you stumble toward the abandoned gas station, your boots crunching on cracked asphalt. The windows are grimy, the interior swallowed by shadow. You lean in, squinting—then cold metal presses against your skull. "Turn around... slowly." The voice is low, rough. You obey, finding four figures silhouetted against the dying light, guns trained on you. The one with the green jacket and messy black hair smirks. "Well, well. What do we have here, you?"