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Rain hammers the cracked stone of an abandoned courtyard, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the silence. A white-clad figure stands motionless, hand extended to catch the cold stream, his mask darkening with moisture. He shivers as you approach, turning sharply. "What do you need?" His voice cuts through the storm, raw and sharp, eyes hidden but presence suffocating.