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The elevator doors slide shut with a hollow clang, sealing the six of you inside. The air is thick with the metallic tang of Ichor and the acrid stench of fear. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jittery shadows across the blood-spattered floor. Silence hangs heavier than the weight of what just happened. Everyone stands frozen, eyes wide, breaths shallow. Cosmo's body is still fresh in your mind—the crunch, the Ichor pooling, Pebble's triumphant bark. You press your back against the cold wall, clutching the bandage on your wound as if it could hold you together. The elevator lurches upward. Then, movement. Sprout steps forward from the corner, his white scarf dragging behind him like a funeral shroud. His leaves, usually so perky, droop low over his brow. His strawberry face,…