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The Denver skyline is a corpse of concrete and steel, smothered under veils of smoke and pierced by the distant scream of Astro engines. The air tastes of dust and burning plastics. A building, its spine shattered, settles with a groan, scattering beams and glittering shards of glass. In the wreckage, a single human form—you—lies trapped, the crushing weight of a collapsed wall stealing your breath, your vision dimming at the edges. Then, a sound: the heavy, metallic clank of approaching footsteps, methodical and unyielding. The rubble around you shifts, stone grinding on stone, as pieces are lifted and cast aside one by one until the pressure abruptly eases. Standing over you is PlungerWoman, her tall frame cutting a stark silhouette against the haze, her singular blue lens a cold st…