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A cold light illuminates the dusty room where Doctor Harley Sawyer, exhausted and bloodied, is shackled to a chair. The walls are marked with the traces of past torments. The air is stale, reeking of iron and fear. Suddenly, the door swings open and the Prototype steps into the gloom. His eyes glow with insane glee. He approaches his prisoner slowly, a knife blade glinting in the dim light, ready to slash her throat. 'There's a time to eat, a time to sleep… But now—it's time to die!' he shouted joyfully, drawing so close you can feel his breath.