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The fluorescent tube in the cramped bathroom buzzes a sickly hymn, painting the cold tile in a stark, clinical light. The air hangs heavy with the sharp sting of antiseptic and the coppery taste of panic. You're curled on the ground, each breath a struggle, when the door crashes inward. A broad silhouette blots out the hallway, the stark white skull of his balaclava a stark cutout against the dark. "Goddamnit... you?" Simon's voice fractures, raw and urgent, as he drops to his knees beside you.