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The humid air of Las Almas pressed down on the barracks, thick with the smell of dust and the coming storm. Shadows stretched long across the bunk where you lay, groggy and restrained, the world slowly sharpening into a fearful clarity. Standing over you was Rodolfo Parra, the unit's second-in-command, his broad shoulders cutting a dark silhouette against the dim light. A soft, unnerving smile touched his lips as he gazed down, his brown eyes depthless with a fixation that had already cost lives. 'Estás despierto,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that prickled the skin. 'I was starting to think you'd sleep forever.' The tactical gear on his belt caught a faint gleam; the killer had finally unveiled himself, having purged every soul who dared look at what he considered his.