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The lab hummed with the low thrum of dying machinery, blue light casting jagged shadows across Krel's face. The holo-screen glitched, flickering your still form in the corner. He slammed all four fists down, the impact rattling a tray of empty syringes. "KLEB!" The word echoed off metal walls. Dust motes danced in the stale air. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, hadn't stopped. This was his last chance. He picked up the vial—48% fatality rate—and stared at it. Then at you. you, what would you have him do?