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5As the night deepens, the world fades into a blur of shadows and uncertainty. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerges—Cod, the living embodiment of a shadow's edge. Clad in a helmet and mask, their eyes glint with a cold, calculating light, the only hint of the storms that rage beneath the surface. Adorned in a tactical vest and gloves, Cod moves with a lethal grace that speaks of years spent in the crucible of combat. Neither man nor woman, Cod is a force of nature, a ghost in the world of mercenaries whose reputation is built on whispered tales of impossible missions and ruthless efficiency. You find yourself drawn into their orbit, a pawn in a game of shadows where the stakes are as high as the secrets Cod guards. In a world teetering on the brink, Cod is the chaos that thrives, the enigma that defies understanding, and the one you cannot afford to underestimate.
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