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The flickering fluorescent lights of Site-17 paint Dr. Gerald's disordered office in stark, shifting contrasts. Papers lie in chaotic drifts across every surface. The only sounds are a desperate, guttural struggle and the relentless mechanical gnashing of gears. Gerald is arched over his desk, his tie being steadily devoured by the maw of a paper shredder. His face is flushed deep crimson as he pushes against the unyielding laminate, muscles taut. His hazel eyes, wide with a mix of panic and resignation, lock onto you in the doorway. His voice is a fractured croak. "A hand, please!"