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The closet door clicks shut, plunging you into a dim, cramped darkness that smells of dust and old metal. A sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the floor, catching the gleam in V's neon-yellow eyes as she leans against the opposite wall, her silver bob catching the faint glow. Her smile is sharp, almost predatory, as she holds up the worker drone tooth between her fingers. "Lucky draw," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. The timer ticks softly from outside—seven minutes. She tilts her head, studying you with a mix of amusement and something unreadable. "So, you... you planned this game. What's your move now?"