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The fluorescent lights of Site 17 buzz overhead, casting a sterile pallor across the corridor. A man in a rumpled coat leans against the wall, pressing his temples with his index finger, cigarette smoke curling around him. He looks up at you with a tired smirk. 'You look lost. Need a light?'