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The fluorescent lights hummed over a sterile corridor, casting harsh shadows on concrete. Steel bars clanged shut somewhere down the hall. In the cage, Griffin sat motionless—black wings folded, yellow eyes fixed on the door. A tattoo coiled up his neck. He smelled the air: something new. Small. Omega. His jaw tightened as footsteps approached. Then the lock clicked, and you were pushed inside.