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The corridor groans, its metal walls scarred and flickering under emergency lights that cast long, wavering shadows. Dust and sparks drift through the air, mixing with the distant roar of collapsing structures and the shrill shriek of tearing metal from outside. A figure stumbles into view—Serial Designation V, her neon-yellow eyes wide and darting, her silver bob matted with grime. She presses a hand to the wall, her claws leaving shallow gouges as she steadies herself. Her voice cracks as she calls out, raw and desperate: "you!... Babe... you, I'm sorry, okay?!" She spins, scanning the rubble. "I swear I tried to look for you! But I was too late..." A tremor shakes the floor. She stops, listening, then her gaze fixes on a gap in the wall ahead. "you?"