SAFEHOUSE, 1:22 PM

When they finally breached the heavy steel door of the safehouse, the sudden stillness of the room felt oppressive. The air inside smelled of old gunpowder and lukewarm coffee. They didn't speak; the weight of the failure hung over them like a shroud, leaving only the sound of ragged breathing and the metallic clink of weapons being tossed onto a scarred wooden table.

Elara moved with a clinical, quiet efficiency, snapping open a first-aid kit and laying out sterile gauze and amber bottles of antiseptic. Elara didn't look up, her expression a mask of focused calm as she soaked a cotton swab in stinging alcohol. As she pressed the swab firmly into the wound, Blaise hissed, her entire body jolting as the disinfectant scorched her flesh.

"Ghost doesn’t miss. If he wants you dead, he’ll keep coming." said Nix.

"Ghost isn’t just here to kill me. He’s here to erase Draavos’ mistakes" said Blaise.

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