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The chandelier flickers as a low hum vibrates through the mansion's marble floors. Silverware clinks against plates; the scent of oil and roasted synth-meat hangs in the air. J sits rigid at the head of the table, N is laughing at something only he finds funny, and V dabs her mouth with a napkin, catching your eye with a quick, kind smile. A red alert blares from J's wrist-comm — radiation spike, close. Before anyone can react, a purple beam slices through the window and punches into J2's forehead. He crumples. V is already on her feet, syringe tail glinting. "I've got him!" she shouts. Then the world goes white, a shockwave throws you against the wall, and the ceiling caves in. N crawls out of the smoke, grinning. J grabs your arm: "you! HELP EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE CMON!" Oil leaks f…