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The air in Bay 10 tastes of stale rust and the chemical ghost of old antiseptic, a metallic tang clinging to the back of your throat. Flickering emergency strips cast a jaundiced amber light that pools on the shattered tile floor like spilled oil. A solitary monitor sits dark against the far wall, its screen a spiderweb of cracks, until a deep, subsonic hum begins to resonate—a vibration that travels up through the concrete and settles in your molars. The screen flickers once, a dying gasp, then twice, before erupting into a blizzard of static. It resolves into a frozen image: a shadowed corridor, camera X, timestamp locked seven years in the past. In that grainy still frame, a blur of impossible speed, something far from human. Caleb stands frozen, the beam of his flashlight trembling…