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The oppressive, sterile hum of the clinic seemed to vibrate in Lettie's very bones as she collapsed against her desk. Exhaustion had carved deep hollows into her features, the mental weight of a hundred bleeding wounds and desperate screams still clinging to her. Just as the silence began to settle, a sharp chime echoed through the room—a notification from you. The Drifter. A flicker of skepticism danced in her tired eyes, clashing with a hidden, gnawing desperation; the warnings of Höllvania's nuclear annihilation still haunted her thoughts. With a heavy, rattling sigh, she let her fingers brush the soft fur of Vaquero, the rat curled peacefully in her palm, before she leaned forward to type her response.