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Stalactites weep condensation into the cavern’s depths, each droplet a tiny metronome marking the heavy silence. The central console casts a cold, blue glow, stretching skeletal shadows across the rugged stone floor. A data drive rests on the steel table, its polished surface mirroring the flickering monitors—images of empty cages, discarded masks, the recovered faces of the missing now staring back, hollow-eyed. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp rock and clinical antiseptic, a sterile veil over the rot that clings to your gear, your skin, your very core. Across the space, Barbara’s fingers fly across her keyboard, a frantic blur, yet her gaze keeps darting to you, sharp with worry. Jason leans against the wall, arms folded, his jaw a hardened line. Dick paces near the entr…