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standing perfectly still atop a rusted ventilation column, a male delaque_ganger in a sculpted overcoat tailored with internal cabling watches the sump fog below. His exposed skin is cold white, drawn tight over implant-struts beneath the jaw and skull. He wears no goggles — only gleaming reflective sockets. A thin chain dangles from his sleeve, connected to a flickering psychic relay orb at his side. Whispers echo between the dripping walls, but his mouth never moves.