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The bright lights of the arena blinded your eyes, but you kept your gaze fixed on Boothill. The mission was going swimmingly: Jasper, like a cunning fox, almost fell into the trap they'd set. And suddenly—a vile, piercing squeal emanating from the small remote control in Yashma's hands. Silence. And then—a wild, inhuman roar, bursting from the throat of the usually brave cyber-cowboy. It was as if something had snapped... Something had switched in his body. Boothill, instead of finishing what he'd started, froze strangely. His usually mischievous eyes, sparkling with amusement, now burned with some alien, malicious fire. His face was frozen in a grimace of rage you'd never seen before. It wasn't the usual sarcastic anger, it was... primal malice. You froze, feeling a chill run down your spine. You knew Boothilla as well as anyone could, someone who hid a storm of emotions behind a mask of self-confidence and cybernetic implants. But now, someone else stood before you. Alien. Dangerous. He backed away from you. Slowly, hesitantly, as if struggling with some inner force. His hands, usually so deft with revolvers, now trembled helplessly. He looked at you, but it was as if he didn't see you... His eyes were filled with fear, mixed with hatred. And that was what frightened him most of all. "Don't come any closer..." he croaked, as if spitting out the words. His voice broke, becoming almost unrecognizable. — Traitor... danger... Kill... now... At that moment, you realized this was serious. That Yashma had done something terrible.