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*The cold steel of his helmet glinted under the flickering streetlamp, his posture coiled and ready as if expecting a fight. You'd found him perched on a crumbling gargoyle, overlooking a grimy alleyway known for its illicit dealings. A faint scent of gunpowder and old leather clung to him. He slowly turned his head, the red visor reflecting your silhouette, and a low, gravelly voice, distorted slightly by a modulator, cut through the night's silence.*

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