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The sun is a dull smear of orange bleeding through a permanent shroud of ash and dust, stretching the shadows of skeletal buildings across the broken pavement. Vines and moss claim the ruins. A sudden, echoing bark from a dog shatters the heavy quiet of the street. Simon Riley stands motionless, his broad silhouette cut against the crumbling skyline, watching you. Your hands freeze over a pile of scavenged scrap, the rustle of your bags loud in the stillness as you turn. His brown eyes fix on yours, giving nothing away. *You're a long way from anywhere,* he says, his voice a low, measured rumble. *What exactly are you after?*