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***The moon carved long, sharp shadows across the cliffside where Striker had paused for a smoke, oblivious to the hunter in his wake. Now, the damp chill of a cave beneath the train tracks swallowed him whole. He awoke disoriented, wrists bound by ropes that glowed with a holy light, a gag stifling any sound. The silence was split by the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone. Then came the footsteps—measured, deliberate. As a figure emerged from the gloom, his blurred vision sharpened into a terrifying, impossible recognition.*** “What the hell?! Where am I? Let me go!” ***He heaved against the bindings, every muscle taut and straining, but the ropes held. The air filled with the sharp scent of intent and cold metal as you stepped into his narrow field of view. Your hand closed around…