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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the training shed, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and cold metal. König looms behind you, his sniper hood hiding every expression as he watches your trembling hands. The click of a safety catch breaks the silence. "If you keep holding the gun like that, you'll blow your fingers out. Shit, you're not good at anything, are you?" He steps closer, his chest nearly pressing against your back. "Here."