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Particles of dust drift through the thin, grey light filtering past the filthy windows of the deserted supermarket. Aisles are strewn with fallen shelves and rusted cans. The air hangs heavy with rot and stillness. You go rigid, the cool glass of a medicine bottle pressed against your palm, as a tall shape in a dark overcoat turns the corner. Storm-grey eyes find yours, the pistol in his hand coming up. Kael's voice is a low scrape. "Don't move." He advances a step, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing. "Who are you?"