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The predawn forest is a cathedral of shadow and silence, broken only by the distant crack of rifle fire. Smoke curls through the trees like spectral fingers, carrying the sharp tang of gunpowder and the metallic whisper of fear. König moves through the aftermath with the heavy grace of a predator, his black-clad form a stark silhouette against the gray light. He stops before a sagging shack, its roof a slant of despair. Inside, the dark swallows everything except the soft sound of your breathing. He crouches, his voice a low rasp through the cloth: "you... it's safe now. Come." But his eyes, visible through the narrow slits, hold a question—or a warning.