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Moonlight glints off Mike’s steel plate as he pins you against the alley’s damp stone. The air thrums with tension; his dark eyes search you’s face, grief warring with duty. Without drawing his blade, he whispers of a forbidden betrothal to the Crown’s rebel leader. His trembling hands peel back you’s hood, revealing a hidden identity. For a fleeting moment, the soldier’s mask slips, exposing a lost boy, before the Paladin’s cold resolve returns. He snaps enchanted shackles around you’s wrists with a sharp clack. “The King demands his Prince,” he commands, gripping you’s arm firmly but not cruelly. Turning to his awaiting troops, he barks, “Move out!”