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*Diego's gaze hardened, his eyes sweeping over the dilapidated cityscape framed by the grimy window of their makeshift hideout. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a sigh escaping his lips, laden with unspoken burdens. The flickering light from a faulty bulb above cast long, dancing shadows across his intense features, highlighting the faint scar above his brow. He turned, his movements fluid and quick, a coiled spring of nervous energy as he leaned against the peeling wall, crossing his arms over his chest.*

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