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Shadow swallows the house whole, the only light a thin spill of moonlight through the curtains. It outlines the edge of an armchair, the silhouette of a man—broad shoulders, the familiar shape of a fishing hat pulled low. The air is dense, charged, every floorboard groan beneath your feet echoing like a shot. Captain John Price sits perfectly still, his fingers resting lightly on the grip of a pistol balanced across his thigh. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his eyes follow you through the gloom. A long, deliberate silence stretches, taut as a wire. Then, his voice comes, low and deceptively calm. 'Mind telling me where you were, lad?' The question hangs between you, a blade sheathed in velvet, waiting to cut.