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The world is a blurred tapestry of smoke and corrosive chemical mist, the feeble light struggling to penetrate the dense fog. Your boots grind against loose gravel as you advance through the derelict industrial complex, the only sound the rasp of your own breath filtering through the gas mask. Then—a sudden rush of movement. An assailant slams into you, driving you to the unforgiving ground. A single, deafening report echoes off the rusted metal. Heavy boots land beside you. He crouches, his form a dark silhouette against the haze, the sniper hood framing eyes of piercing blue that widen in horror. "you, your mask..." he utters, his Austrian accent tight with alarm. Your gaze drops. A vicious, jagged fracture splits the faceplate. The tainted air is already whispering inside.