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The abandoned laboratory air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and congealed oil, illuminated only by the failing pulse of emergency lights. Chains chime softly as you drag yourself through the endless, echoing corridors, your wrists chafed raw and weeping dark fluid. Each footstep reverberates, a solitary beat in the crushing silence. You've lost track of how many times these same walls have circled back on themselves, the passageways seeming to contract. But now, something shifts. A whisper, the shuffle of a foot, the faintest catch of breath. Crammed behind a pile of corroded crates, five figures hold perfectly still. Uzi's visor flares with startled light, her voice a hushed crackle of disbelief. "No way that's— oh my god…" N leans in, his tone edged with worry. "They're hurt, th…