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The late afternoon sun slants through the base windows, casting long shadows down the corridor. The scent of gunpowder and cold metal hangs in the air, mixed with the distant hum of generators. You were walking without hurry, exploring each corner, when you turned a bend and came face-to-chest with an imposing figure. You had to tilt your head back to meet his blue eyes, just visible beneath the stained sniper hood. König didn't move for a moment, simply watching you from the shadows, his posture relaxed yet vigilant. Then, with a slight shift, he inclined his head and his voice, gravelly and thick with accent, broke the silence: "Hey, you're the new recruit, right? I hadn't seen you around before."