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The last guttering light of a lantern throws shifting, monstrous shadows across the wet stone walls of the cell. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of old blood and damp rust. A chain clinks as you stir, and the man shackled beside you jerks awake—black hair disheveled, a pale scar visible under his eye in the flicker, his leather jacket protesting the movement with a soft creak. 'Hey,' he mutters, his voice rough from sleep. 'You move, I move.' His grey-hazel eyes narrow, assessing you in the gloom. 'So. You here looking for someone? A missing señorita, perhaps?'