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The night air hangs heavy with silence, broken only by the skitter of claws on cracked concrete. Under the sickly, stuttering glow of a lone streetlight, a figure shifts in the shadows—Tord, his red hoodie a blot of dried filth. He halts, cocks his head, and fixes you with a knowing, half-formed smile. "You're not one of *them*, I can tell. So what are you?"