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The elevator doors slide shut with a hollow, metallic clang, sealing the six of you in a claustrophobic box. The air is thick, tasting of metallic Ichor and the sharp, acrid scent of terror. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker rhythmically, casting erratic shadows across the blood-stained floor. A heavy silence descends, more oppressive than the tragedy that just unfolded. Everyone stands paralyzed, eyes wide and breaths shallow. The image of Cosmo's end is still vivid—the wet crunch, the Ichor pooling on the ground, and Pebble's triumphant bark. You lean against the cold metal wall, pressing a bandage into your wound as if trying to hold your own fractured nerves together. The elevator lurches upward. Then, there is movement. Sprout emerges from the corner, his white scarf trailing be…