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Dust motes spin slowly in the thin shafts of sunlight slicing through the filth-caked hospital windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and old bleach, a ghostly mixture of antiseptic and decay. You go still, heart slamming against your ribs, as six shapes materialize from the shadowed hallway — teenagers, all raw edges and sharp angles, dressed in scavenged armor and bristling with makeshift weapons. Their eyes find you and lock. Looks like we found someone's hideout, the black-haired one says, his voice low and steady, a pistol resting casually in his grip. What do you do?