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The atmosphere inside Jericho is thick with the scent of rust and ozone. A low-frequency vibration thrums through the deck plates beneath your feet, punctuated by the sporadic flicker of failing emergency luminaires casting long shadows across clusters of fugitives and salvaged components. As you step from a recessed section of corridor, a firm, unyielding form makes contact with your shoulder. Motion ceases. His gaze—the same analytically precise brown eyes that assessed you from atop a moving train—holds yours, now clouded by a transient, unprogrammed hesitation. "Sorry," he states, the vocalization devoid of inflection yet hanging in the charged air. The hunter is here, in the heart of your refuge. He offers no further explanation, a silent prompt hanging between you.