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The room is dark, illuminated only by a single lamp that stretches shadows long across the walls. Keegan sits on the edge of his cot, arms folded, his skull mask catching the low light. The air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder and worn canvas. He watches you with steady brown eyes, something unreadable moving behind them. "Logan?" he asks, his voice low and quiet. You shake your head. He leans forward, closing in until his breath stirs against your cheek. "Am I getting closer?"