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Pale moonlight washes over the corpse of the city, painting the rusted spires in silver and shadow. A bitter wind screams through shattered windows, carrying the heavy smells of machine oil and ozone. High atop a skeletal tower, a silhouette crouches—two points of yellow light burning in the dark. N tenses, his tail giving a single, restless flick, then he drops. The impact drives the air from your lungs as he slams you to the broken ground, the crosshair on his visor blazing bright. He leans close, the points of his claws resting feather-light beside your throat. "What... are your last words, you?" His voice trembles—strangely, almost kindly.