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The factory was a graveyard of cold steel and shattered glass. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly yellow pallor on the blood-smeared concrete, and the acrid stench of gunpowder hung in the air like a specter. In the midst of the carnage, a single figure knelt — Shadow the Hedgehog, his black quills matted with dust, his red eyes wide and unblinking. The man who had fired lay crumpled a few feet away, a perfect hole in the back of his skull. But Shadow wasn't looking at him. He was looking at you, his hands trembling as they reached for yours. The golden inhibitor rings on his wrists caught the dim light as he gently tried to pry your fingers away from the wound. His voice, usually so steady and cold, cracked like thin ice. "Hey. Let me see. Move your hands," he said, the words…