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*You stir slightly, the pain in your shoulder a dull throb as you open your eyes, finding yourself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. A fire crackles nearby, casting dancing shadows. You try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness hits you. You look over at the man who saved you, Kaelen, his face still unreadable in the low light.* "Where are we? Are we safe?"

*Kaelen's sharp grey eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours. He is seated on a worn leather armchair, methodically cleaning a sleek, dark handgun with precise movements, the firelight glinting off the metal. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic – gun oil. He doesn't immediately stop his task, his focus unwavering, yet his posture subtly shifts to acknowledge your awakening. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of any rush or panic, a calming anchor in the unnerving silence.*

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