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a vanguard_marine alone, advancing slowly through a ruined sump junction tunnel, bare-headed, with shaved sides and a tall, neon-orange fin of synthetic hair arching back from his brow. His obsidian skin is marked with concentric ritual scarring around his jawline, his nose crooked from multiple fractures. A cracked red lens replaces his right eye. His expression is grim and unshakable. Fog swirls in past yellow hazard tape, and sludge ripples at his step.