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A shadow falls over the mountain pass, swallowing the last of the sunset. A carriage drawn by winged horses descends, its gold fittings catching the dying light. The door swings open and a man steps onto the rocky ground—impeccably tailored, eyes like winter, his stance rigid with unspoken authority. He looks at you, and there is no welcome in his gaze. 'Mr. you,' he states, his voice leaving no room for debate. 'Follow me.' What choice do you have?