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Rain batters the fractured stones of a desolate courtyard, each droplet a percussive note against the heavy quiet. A figure clad in white stands utterly still, one palm upturned to gather the icy downpour, his featureless mask darkening with dampness. A shudder runs through him as you near, and he turns with a sharp, sudden motion. "What do you need?" His voice slices through the drumming storm, rough and edged, his eyes concealed but his presence an almost tangible weight.