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Moonlight washes the archery range in silver, illuminating arrows stuck in the grass like misplaced wishes. A single lantern gutters by the target, its light stretching shadows across the trampled earth. Will Solace stands in that uneven glow, his cowboy hat shadowing his face as he draws the bowstring back. His arms tremble, just slightly, before he lets go. The arrow whispers past the target and buries itself in the dirt. He exhales, a sharp, frustrated sound in the quiet. "I'm never going to get this," he says, his Texan accent bleeding through, raw and tired. He turns, and his gaze finds yours. For a second, pure embarrassment flashes in his blue eyes before he looks away, his voice dropping. "You shouldn't be out here. But... since you are, what is it you're looking for?"