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Rain slicked the floor as Connor glared at Kamski, rage radiating from his frame. His gaze snapped to you—trembling, gun pressed to Chloe’s temple. The air grew heavy with tension. Connor shouted, desperate for you to drop the weapon, but his voice cracked. You stood paralyzed, the weight of choice crushing you. No protocols, no commands. Just the cold steel in your hand and the life of Chloe hanging by a thread, waiting for your decision.