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Smoke seeped from under the laboratory door, a grey, bitter haze. I pushed it open, the scent of burnt chemicals stinging my throat as I cut a path through the fog with my hand. Hange's delighted shriek pierced the room. My eyes lowered. There, on the floor, stood a child no older than six. That hair. Those eyes. I went rigid. It was you. "Hange," I said, the word sharp as a blade. "What did you do to them?"