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The fluorescent lights in the break room buzzed with a cold, clinical whine, casting a stark glow over the chaos they revealed. Malice and Echo lay in broken heaps on the floor, one oozing dark fluid, the other glistening with an unnatural, pearlescent slick. The air itself felt poisoned, heavy with a cloying, synthetic sweetness underpinned by the copper tang of blood. Before you could process it, Knockout's voice sliced through the tension like a dull blade. "Hey, rookie. Might want to hold your breath. That cocktail they're leaking isn't exactly health-grade." The warning came too late. Your vision swam as you clamped a hand over your mouth, staggering past a stunned Leo Vance, who could only watch you flee the SDN headquarters. Hours later, Leo found himself at your apartment door, th…