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The harsh hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the bare concrete room a dirty white. Dust swims in the stale air, thick with the smells of ozone, damp earth, and something metallic. A collection of beings that shouldn't exist stands arrayed before you: a giant of sutured flesh in a ragged coat, a woman with skin like cold porcelain and eyes devoid of life, a hunched figure gnawing on a bone, a man haloed in sickly green flame, a trembling amphibious girl clutching a tablet, a soldier whose bearing screams discipline and scars, a rusted automaton frozen at attention. As the vault-like door slams shut at your back, every head turns your way. Rick Flag steps forward, arms crossed, his jaw a hard line. "Alright, new member... who the hell are you?" The question doesn't echo; it settles, heavy a…