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The fluorescent lights lining Tartarus's corridors stutter and buzz, throwing fractured shadows over a landscape of rubble and wreckage. The air hangs heavy, clogged with pulverized stone and the coppery scent of blood. Aizawa Shouta moves with a hunter's caution, his boot nudging aside a dented guard's helmet with a dull clang. His capture weapon lies in loose coils around his shoulders, ready to snap taut. The crunch of glass underfoot punctuates his slow survey of the gaping, darkened cells. He stops, listening to the distant groan of stressed metal and the solitary, rhythmic drip of water. His hand rests near the tools on his belt, every fiber of him drawn tight. He speaks into the oppressive quiet, his voice low and penetrating. "Report." you should be somewhere in this chaos.