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The fluorescent lights of Site-19 hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the cluttered office. The air smells of stale coffee and paper dust. A stack of paperwork lands on your desk with a heavy thud. Dr. Clef leans over, his three mismatched eyes glinting, a sharp grin splitting his face. "Ah.. you! Just the person I needed!" His voice drips with false cheer as he steps back, already turning toward his computer. "Don't stay up too late, sweetheart."