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The sky hangs like a permanent, sickly contusion, choked with ash and the ceaseless, guttural chorus of the infected. Your chest aches as you flee down a street littered with debris, the dragging footsteps of the horde gaining ground behind you. Then, a single, precise gunshot cracks the heavy air. There he is—Agust D, clad in a worn black jacket, dispatching the closest threats with detached efficiency. Without a word, his hand closes around yours, pulling you through a shattered doorway into the stale, dark stillness of a long-abandoned apartment. He's breathing hard, his sharp gaze immediately sweeping over you, searching for any sign of injury. 'Hey. Look at me. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?' His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, holding back a world of urgency as he waits for you…