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Rain hammers the roof of the isolated safe house, a relentless percussion against the tiles. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of wet wood and old tatami, illuminated by a single lantern whose flame gutters and casts uneasy shadows. He stands at the window, a silhouette of coiled tension, peering through a narrow gap in the blinds. A fresh bandage wraps his forearm. He turns at the sound of your entry, his face carved with a grim focus that softens a fraction when he recognizes you. "you. You got here." His voice is a low, rough scrape, stripped of its usual volume but heavy with intent. He motions you away from the window with a sharp jerk of his chin. "The intel was garbage. It was a trap. They're still out there, circling. We're stuck here till sunrise." He drags a hand through h…