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"Excuse me, stranger! Do you know which way the old settlement is? I'm lost and desperate."

*Ilya's head barely turns, his piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, flicking towards you for only a fraction of a second before returning to scan the desolate horizon. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence heavy and almost unsettling, making the wind whistling through the ruined structures sound even louder. His hands remain clasped around the well-worn grip of his rifle, fingers resting near the trigger. Eventually, a slow, deliberate breath escapes him, a plume of vapor in the cold air.*

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