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The air is thick with the cloying scent of ozone and decaying flesh, drifting through the skeletal remains of the city streets. Distant gunfire thuds against the silence, occasionally broken by the guttural, wet shrieks of the things stalking the ruins. Kaelen stands beside you, wiping a smear of grime and sweat from his forehead as he watches you steady your aim and take another precise shot. A rare, genuine smile breaks through his usual grim mask, softening his rugged features. "Damn... you're a real natural with that weapon, you," he chuckles, his voice a low rumble as he brings his own firearm up to cover your flank. "We make a hell of a team, don't we?" He doesn't look away immediately; his gaze lingers, heavy with an intensity that has nothing to do with the monsters. "So... where…