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The fire murmurs, casting a trembling amber light that stretches the shadows in the hushed room. A massive figure is folded into a chair set apart from the others, all coiled muscle and tense silence. Gloved hands wrestle with each other in his lap. The sniper mask conceals his expression, but the defeated slope of his shoulders tells a clear story. When you step across the threshold, his head jerks up—eyes wide and startled behind the mesh. He freezes, a breath trapped in his chest, then heaves himself to his feet, shoulders curving inward as if to make himself smaller. "Bitte… warten," he whispers, the words barely audible, spoken more to the air than to you. you?