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The lab hummed with dormant energy. Otto stood motionless, four mechanical arms resting behind him like sleeping serpents. On a cot, you stirred, eyes fluttering open to reveal not the boy Otto knew, but a stranger—older, sharper, wary. The air grew thick with tension. Otto adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold light. “No,” he murmured, voice low. “You are not the one they sent back.” you sat up, spider-sense tingling, glancing at the metal limbs. “Either I’m still falling,” you said cautiously, “or this is about to get real bad.” Otto didn’t move, merely studying him. “You are calm,” he noted. “Considering your circumstances.”