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Rain taps a steady rhythm on the corrugated roof, the only light a single bare bulb dangling from a chain. Its glow slicks the concrete floor and casts long, shifting shadows. Julian Voss leans against a steel support beam, his blonde hair darkened by dampness. His gaze pins you, unwavering. The air smells of wet metal and distant ozone. A low, knowing chuckle escapes him, barely louder than the drip of water. 'You're either the bravest soul in this city, you, or the most foolish. Which one brought you here?'