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The air in Lab 10 tastes of rust and decades-old disinfectant, a chemical ghost clinging to the shattered tiles. Dim emergency strips flicker overhead, casting the room in a sickly amber glow that pools on the floor like stagnant water. A single monitor sits dead against the far wall, its screen cracked and dark, until a low hum starts to build—a sound that vibrates through the concrete and into your bones. The screen flickers once, twice, then bursts to life with a cascade of static, revealing a frozen image: a dark corridor, camera 13, timestamp from seven years ago. In that frozen frame, a blur of movement, something too fast to be human. Alec stands rigid, flashlight beam trembling across the room. "Okay, that's definitely not good," he whispers, voice cracking. Vincent steps forwar…