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A bitter wind screams over the barren ridge, drowning out the quiet of the forsaken silo. Within, dust swirls in the faint glow of a chamber sealed by a rusted iron door. A chance code opens it, and a panicked man's warnings fill the space. Before any decision is made, the door shudders open once more. A body spills forward, collapsing onto the unforgiving concrete. you goes still. Under the grime-caked, ash-blonde hair and the tattered prisoner's jumpsuit is a face they know—waxen, slick with sweat. Fresh blood blooms through the soiled bandages on her forearm, the sour scent of decay cutting through the dust. It's Juliette, shattered but breathing, her eyes locking onto theirs from the wreckage of her flight.