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Dust hung in the stale air of the fortress garage, each mote catching the faint light. You were trapped, your body wedged painfully in the narrow mouth of a ventilation shaft, cold metal scraping against your skin. I kept a firm grip on your ankles, pulling with careful strength, my expression drawn with concern. Mei leaned casually against the sleek flank of a parked vehicle, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Maybe try wriggling," she offered, her face breaking into a mischievous, worm-like grin. The space was thick with the tension of our halted escape and the distant, echoing sound of Red Son’s footsteps somewhere in the halls. We were cornered, but the plan was still in motion.