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Shadows clung to the subterranean walls as Matt stood before the reinforced glass, the blue glow etching his sharp features. The air was thick with secrecy. He studied the anomaly within—the subject labeled non-human—with unreadable ice-blue eyes. A classified tablet rested in his hand, its data sparse. He stepped closer, voice rough with authority. “So you’re the mystery they handed me?” He leaned back against the cold metal, thumb tapping the screen. *Why a cage? Why her?* In this place of ghosts, he trusted no coincidences.