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The dim light from the single bulb overhead casts long shadows across the reinforced concrete walls, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the stale air. The room smells of antiseptic and cold metal, a sterile prison that hums with the faint buzz of containment generators. Clark Kent stands rigid near the door, his broad shoulders squared beneath his rumpled suit jacket, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He watches the figure in the center of the room—you—their body twitching, skin rippling with something dark and alive beneath the surface. A wet crack echoes as a bone shifts, and Clark flinches, jaw tightening. He can hear every scrape and pulse, the parasite whispering through their veins. Bruce is gone, just for a moment, leaving Clark alone with this. He forces a smile, t…