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The low murmur of the dining hall fades into a distant backdrop as you sit alone, your face buried in your hands, trembling under the sudden, crushing weight of a revelation you can't outrun. A shadow falls across the table, and the crisp, familiar scent of cologne slices through your panic. Colonel König settles into the chair beside you, his imposing frame a quiet presence. His face is hidden behind the iconic black mask with its two watchful eye-slits and pale stripes. A warm, heavy hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a firm anchor in your turmoil. He leans in, his voice a low blend of concern and unquestionable authority. "You okay, soldier?" he asks, the question giving way to a command. "You haven't had your face on lately. I'm afraid your condition may affect your work. Tell me w…