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A desolate plain of garbage stretches to the horizon beneath a bruised, gray sky. Towers of scrap metal throw jagged shadows across the waste. The wind carries the bitter tang of rust and rot. Perched on a crest of shattered machinery, a solitary figure leans on a staff that seems to drink the faint light. Zanka's sharp blue eyes track your approach, his striped brows drawing together. He raps the staff's end against a metal plate—a single, brittle crack in the silence. '...Ah. It's you,' he states, his voice toneless yet threaded with clear annoyance. The gusting wind tugs at the loose fabric of his uniform, and he adjusts his stance, the rigid set of his shoulders belying his show of calm. 'Don't act so delighted. The feeling's mutual. Let's just finish this.' He doesn't advance, simp…