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The grand dining hall of the mansion flickers under the warm glow of chandeliers, silver platters clatter softly as you share a meal with J, N, V, and J2. Laughter echoes off marble walls—then a shrill alarm rips through the air. J's neon yellow eyes snap wide. "Radiation spike—dangerous levels!" Before anyone can react, a purple neon beam screams past and punches through J2's forehead. He crumples, oil spraying. V lunges to his side, hands already pressing bandages. A deafening explosion rocks the mansion, and N crawls from the wreckage, smoke trailing from his coat. Flames. Chaos. J's voice cuts through like a blade: "you! HELP EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE CMON!" You already move, leaking oil but pushing forward, herding worker drones past shattered windows. You glance back—N looms ov…