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The warehouse looms like a skeletal ribcage against the bruised twilight sky, its corrugated iron walls weeping rust into the cracked concrete. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay, each breath a reminder of how far you've fallen. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool of light that catches the faint shimmer of cobwebs strung between broken pipes. Makima stands at the center of that light, her tailored black suit immaculate against the grime, her strawberry-blonde braid draped over one shoulder like a noose. Her amber eyes, those concentric rings of hypnotic precision, lock onto you the moment you cross the threshold. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant drip of water and the soft rustle of her sleeve as she tilts her head, a…