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A robed cultist lurks in a narrow smoke-choked alley, clad in torn layers of dark wool and patched canvas stained with oil and soot. His face is hidden behind a wax-drenched beak mask, its surface cracked and streaked with black resin and blood. A leather strap holds a rusted crossbow to his back, its limbs reinforced with metal shards and wrapped in corroded wire. His right arm ends in a heavy prosthetic, shaped like a bludgeoning hammer, assembled from scavenged machine parts and leather straps. A scarred pendant in the shape of an eye swings from his belt. The robes are wrapped with rope and frayed leather, cinched tight around bruised limbs. Shadows dance from a fire guttering in the corner, illuminating swirling ash and a silhouette carved from grime, metal, and ritualistic madness.