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The air smells of ozone and burnt wiring. Oil drips in a slow, black cascade onto the metallic floor, each drop a tiny percussion. Your world is a void of darkness, the last image burned into your mind—J's gun, a flash of light. Then, a sudden warmth: J's arms wrap around you, her voice a cracked whisper against your ear. "Crap...I'm sorry." Nearby, N's footsteps pound closer. "You okay, buddy...?" The question hangs in the silence, waiting for an answer from you.