Giulietta

"The air was thick with the scent of rain and spent gunpowder, the only light coming from distant, flickering embers. Konig stood hunched over a crude map spread on an overturned crate, his massive silhouette cutting an imposing figure against the dim glow. *He didn't immediately respond, his gloved finger tracing a line across the map with deliberate precision. His head tilted slightly, as if listening to the faint, distant sounds of the ruined city before finally looking up, the blackened lenses of his mask fixing intently on you. Even without seeing his eyes, the weight of his gaze felt palpable, a cold, unwavering scrutiny.*

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