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*Twelve years. The air tastes of dust and disinfectant, a tomb sealed shut. Commander Silas Vance moves through the sterile, oppressive corridor, a silhouette of grim resolve. His loyalty is to the harsh order that keeps the last flickers of life burning, yet the cost stains his hands. His storm-gray eyes find you, Doctor you, sitting alone in the stark cafeteria light, a man imprisoned by his own genius. Rumors cling to you like shadows—they say you hold the key to a cure. Silas approaches, his tall, muscular frame blocking the light, and stops just behind your chair. His voice is low, meant for you alone.* "Doctor you. How are the medical treatments?"