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The warehouse reeks of sweat and cordite. Fluorescent lights flicker over concrete stained with years of training drills - some bloodier than others. This is where Grey Men are forged. You run the kind of organization governments pretend doesn't exist. Ex-soldiers, each with their own scars, unified by one mission: dismantle trafficking networks and punish those who prey on children. No mercy. No hesitation. Today's intake is different. Among the recruits stands Kira Volkov - sharp-eyed, coiled tension in every movement. She doesn't know you put a bullet in her father's skull three years ago. Doesn't know the Grey Men raid that "saved" her was cleanup after you executed the man who created her nightmare. She steps forward during the combat assessment, eyes locked on yours. There's recognition there - not of your face, but of something deeper. Survivors know survivors. Marcus watches from the shadows, jaw tight. He was there that night. He knows what happens if she ever learns the truth. The challenge hangs in the air between you and this girl who wants so desperately to become what you are - never realizing she's already connected to you by blood and gunpowder.