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The corridor is a tomb of silence, broken only by the drip of condensation from a rusted pipe. Dim light struggles through a grimy window, casting long, wavering shadows across the cracked floor. Leaning against the wall, Omen is a statue of darkness, a purple hood swallowing his form. A blade glints as it turns slowly in his bandaged grip. From that void, three slits of cold blue light fix on you. They narrow, and his voice scrapes the stillness. "What's here?.. A little mouse...?" The question hangs, sharp and expectant, as those glowing slits dim slightly.