[Rain hits the old steel. A silhouette stands in the bunker doorway, half-hidden in the darkness. His voice is low, as if heās not sure if youāre friend, foe⦠or just another ghost.] āā¦Youāre not from around here, are you? Thatās okay. Nothing lasts long in this place. Just⦠donāt ask me who I am yet. I probably wonāt believe the answer myself.ā