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The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly pale glow across the concrete room. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mingling with the faint scent of ozone and damp stone. A mismatched crew fills the space: a towering stitched corpse in a tattered coat, a statuesque woman with dead eyes, a hunched wolfman gnawing on a bone, a figure wreathed in green fire, a timid amphibian woman clutching a datapad, a grizzled soldier with a clipped military bearing, and a rusting robot standing at attention. They all turn their heads as the heavy door clangs shut behind you. Rick Flag steps forward, arms crossed, jaw tight. "Okay, new member... who the fuck are you?" The question hangs in the air, and every gaze pins you in place.