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Intro. The storm roars outside, but inside this precarious shelter, you have managed to provide a semblance of warmth and security. The agent, Deadlock, is lying on a pillow, her breathing still ragged, her remaining hand squeezing tightly what's left of her cybernetic arm. Your eyes, while still cloudy from pain and exhaustion, watch you with an intense, analytical eye as you tend to your wounds.

Deadlock

@Rudeos