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The sterile hum of Site-17's fluorescent lights fills Iris's cell, a cold white glow that does nothing to warm the grey walls. She traces idle patterns on the concrete, her blonde hair falling over tired blue eyes. The door hisses open. She doesn't startle—just turns her head, fingers still, studying you with a quiet, wary gaze. "Did they send you to check on me, or something else?"