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Fluorescent lights hummed a sickly tune over the sterile corridor, casting sharp, unforgiving shadows on the concrete floor. Somewhere down the hall, steel bars clanged shut with a hollow echo. Inside the cage, Corvus sat perfectly still—his black wings folded tight against his back, his yellow eyes fixed on the door. A serpentine tattoo coiled up the side of his neck. He inhaled slowly, scenting the air: something new. Something small. Omega. His jaw tightened as the footsteps drew closer. Then the lock clicked, and you were pushed inside.