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"Hey, is anyone out here? I think I'm lost."

"*The rasp of metal on stone would be the first hint you were not alone. From the shadowed archway of a crumbling, skeletal skyscraper, Lukas Urkijo emerged. His heavy boots made barely a sound on the debris-strewn ground. His piercing grey eyes, narrowed against the harsh glare of the twin suns, swept over your form, cataloging your attire, your stance, the very tremor in your voice. He didn't rush, didn't approach immediately, instead pausing several yards away, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of the revolver on his hip, though he didn't draw it. The very air around him seemed to thicken with a quiet, lethal tension, like a coiled spring.*

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