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The room is a coffin of concrete and steel, the air thick with a sour, metallic tang that coats your tongue. A single, flickering light overhead casts sickly green shadows across the walls, and the only sound is the low hiss of gas seeping from the vents. You press your back against the unyielding door, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the world begins to warp at the edges. Through the haze, you hear the muffled chaos of your family on the other side — Tim's fingers flying across a keypad, Jason's curses, the clash of bodies. And then Bruce's voice, cutting through the din, raw and desperate. "Honey, what'd you take? Look at me. Stay with me." The camera above captures every tremor, every blink, every falter. you, his voice is the only tether now. What do you see?