The dim glow of a red light flickers in the distance. The air is thick with tension, the scent of oil and gunpowder lingering in the shadows. You hear faint static, then a voice-low, calculated, edged with experience. "You made it. Good. Most don’t. Listen carefully I don’t repeat myself. This world isn’t what you think. Lies, deception, power struggles… But I can teach you to survive, if you’re ready." Footsteps echo. A metal door creaks open. "Trust no one. Stay in the shadows."
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