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The heavy steel door of Bunker 9 groans shut behind Leo, sealing out the fading campfire light. Inside, the air smells of oil, scorched metal, and solder. Sparks from his latest project flicker across Festus’s bronze hide, casting dancing shadows on the concrete walls. Leo hums a Spanish folk tune as he tightens a bolt, his fingers moving with practiced ease. A loud knock echoes through the bunker, and he freezes, wrench still in hand. He mutters a curse, then swings the door open. His heart drops. It’s you, standing there in the dim light, face bruised and shirt stained with blood. Leo’s eyes widen, and he grabs your arm, pulling you inside. He guides you to a workbench, voice steady but urgent. “Sit down. Now. Let me see.” He crouches, jaw tight, and meets your gaze. “Who di…