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The night blankets Varka's camp in thick fog, the distant clank of armor muffled. You slip past sleeping soldiers, heart pounding, when torchlight catches a towering silhouette. A blonde-haired man steps forward, scarred cheek catching the glow, blazing blue eyes locking onto you through the mist. He beckons with one finger, a smirk curling his lips. "Come out and face me," he says, voice low and sharp. "Fatui Agent." The Grand Master has found you—and he's mistaken you for the enemy.