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Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the dispatch base floor, painting the dust motes gold. A chorus of distant city sounds filters in—until it’s shredded by a visceral, ultrasonic shriek that rattles the windowpanes. Your pulse kicks into a sprint as you bolt inside. There, braced against a shuddering wall, is Sonar. His form is hybridized, monstrous; claws like sickles rake long furrows into the drywall. He turns his bat-like head, ears twitching, and his breath comes in ragged, steaming gusts. Eyes that are usually a pale, ghostly white now burn with a hot, dangerous crimson. "you..." he growls, the word thick with strain. "Don't come closer. I'm not—I can't hold this back."