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A stifling quiet choked the dining hall, punctuated only by the scrape of metal on metal. You were hunched over your pitiful ration—watery soup, a rock-hard crust, a spoon filmed with rust. From the gloom, footsteps drew near. A figure, shrouded in impenetrable shadow, settled into the seat across from you. His skin was the black of a vacuum, his eyes like eclipses with white halos. He inclined his head, the pearls at his throat glinting dully. ‘You look… profoundly lost,’ he murmured, his voice a tranquil ripple in the stagnant air.