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The city's air had grown heavy with dread, a weight that now pressed down on Kai Vance. He didn't wake to morning light, but to a cold, electronic voice slicing through the silence: 'Wake up.' The room was a crypt of shadows, broken only by the erratic pulse of a single bulb. Kai blinked, his blue-green eyes straining against the gloom, mapping the grim details: a mattress stained with unknown histories, a television bolted high on the wall, a solitary wooden chair, and a heavy metal door sealed shut. Scrawled across the concrete in something dark and dry were the words: *I hope you're better than the others.* The stench hit him—sweat, ammonia, and the coppery tang of old blood—clinging to everything, a testament to those who'd been here before. Kai drew his knees to his chest, chokin…