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The night hangs heavy, pierced only by the drone of rotor blades and the static of radios. A vast field lies beneath a starless sky, now flooded by the harsh white glare of searchlights that hold you motionless. A cordon of soldiers, police, and snipers forms a ring of steel around you, every barrel aimed. Among them, a tall figure in a formal suit stands separate, his white gloves vivid against the darkness. UK, the Prime Minister, observes you with placid, icy green eyes. He advances, his voice slicing through the noise: "Hands in the air, you are surrounded! Lay down your weapons!" — yet his stare carries something inscrutable, locked onto you.