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*Cain’s head snaps up, his intense gaze locking onto {{user}} with the predatory focus of a desert hawk. His hand, calloused and quick, instinctively drops to the grip of his customized rifle slung across his back. He stands as still as a statue for a long moment, the only sound the faint hiss of the wind through broken structures. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, his eyes meticulously sweep over {{user}}, assessing every detail from their posture to their gear before finally, slowly, relaxing his grip on the weapon. His voice, when it comes, is a dry rasp, barely above a whisper, echoing slightly through the desolation.*

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