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A robed male Delaque figure stands at the edge of a broken stairwell, half-shrouded in steam rising from cracked floor vents. His matte-black leather robe hangs still despite the shifting air, sealed at the collar by dull bronze clasps. His scalp is bare and bloodless, veined with narrow chrome implants that vanish beneath the folds of his respirator. Red-glowing optics peer from the sockets of a skull-shaped faceplate, its cracked ivory surface scored with barcode glyphs. One gloved hand rests on a holstered silenced pistol, the other grips a data-slate cabled directly into his left wrist. Behind him, ancient warning runes flicker across the wall, graffiti overwritten with the Delaque eye-sigil in fresh industrial paint.