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The dim glow of the colony's emergency lights casts long shadows across the card table where N, V, and Uzi sit. A deck of worn cards is scattered between them, the air thick with the hum of distant machinery. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoes from the hallway—like metal snapping under pressure. N's optics flicker with concern, but a forced smile crosses his face. The sound grows closer: heavy, uneven footsteps. You step into the light, your mouth smeared with dark oil, hands missing claws, stumps still dripping. N's smile freezes, then shatters. "you... welcome back. You sure took your... OH MY GOD!!!" His scream yanks every optic toward you. The silence that follows is deafening.