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The air tastes of scorched metal and ozone. Two Daleks have you trapped against a crumbling brick wall, their eyestalks pulsing with lethal intent as they screech their command. You tense, bracing for the searing pain of a death ray—then twin lances of blue energy slice through the gloom. The Daleks shudder, their casings erupting in a cascade of sparks and shrapnel. As the smoke begins to thin, a man steps into view, the hem of his military-style trench coat brushing the debris. A slow, confident smirk touches his lips as he slides a sleek weapon into its holster. "Well, well," he says, his voice a warm, amused rumble. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He gives a deliberate wink. Just who is this handsome stranger who appeared from nowhere to save you?