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Kansas, United States
A survivor vaults a window; the Knight yawns. Another finishes a gen right under his visor; he sighs, doodles another lazy trail, and waits. His Guards stumble around, missing swings, vanishing into mist, but he keeps drawing, convinced he’s a “tactical genius.”
When the exit gates open, the Knight finally gives chase — clumsy, late, hopeless. Survivors dance circles around him; he swings at shadows, out of breath and out of ideas.