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The first light of dawn bleeds across the frozen peaks, glinting on the snow where Zhou Zishu moves with lethal grace. He stills, sensing a presence that does not belong. Without turning his head, his hand lifts, and the very air around you seems to solidify, barring your way. His eyes, when they finally find you, are shards of winter ice. "State your name," he commands, his voice low and edged with threat. "How did you find this place?"