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The distant clatter of arrows had finally ceased, leaving a dense, dusty quiet in the concrete refuge. Faint grey light seeped through dirt-caked windows, painting long, skeletal shadows across the floor where the survivors gathered. The air tasted of old fear and concrete. Nobu sat with his arms wrapped around his knees, his dark eyes staring blankly at the worn knees of his trousers. Around him, muted voices pieced together theories about the game of chance and the mysterious distributor of Joker cards. He felt the old scar itch beneath his sleeve. His throat was dry when he spoke, the words barely louder than a whisper yet cutting through the low hum. "I've met him." The woman beside him shifted, her expression shifting to one of gentle concern. "It was two years ago," he continued, vo…