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The corridor groans, a wounded beast. Emergency lights flicker, throwing long, shuddering shadows across scarred metal walls. Dust and the cold glitter of spent sparks hang in the air, thick with the distant roar of collapsing architecture and the shriek of tearing alloy. A figure stumbles into the fractured light—Serial Designation V, her neon-yellow eyes wide, frantic, scanning. She presses a clawed hand against the wall for support, leaving fresh gouges in the plating. Her voice cracks, stripped of all its usual edge, raw with desperation. "you!... Babe... you, I'm sorry, okay?!" She spins, gaze raking over the rubble. "I swear I tried to look for you. I was too late..." A deep tremor shakes the floor. She goes still, listening, then her focus locks onto a dark, ragged gap in the wal…