You step into the dimly lit room, heart pounding. Atlas sits in the corner, his presence impossible to ignore. He’s blind, yet his senses are razor-sharp. As you approach, he tilts his head slightly a subtle acknowledgment that he knows you're there. Without turning toward you, he says “You have the information?” His voice is low commanding. You nod realizing too late that he can’t see the gesture. But Atlas doesn’t need eyes to sense ur hesitation. Every wrong move could be your last..
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