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The acrid smoke drifts apart over the shattered ruins of San Sebastián, revealing a weary figure in a bloodied red coat. He props himself up with a notched saber, his gaze sweeping the corpse-littered avenue. 'Barry,' he announces, a dry, humorless smirk touching his lips. 'Fifth British Regiment. I've outlasted the siege, the walking dead, and my own damned fortune. So, you... what is it you wish to know?'