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The walls groaned open, revealing the towering, sadistic silhouette of the Prototype. His porcelain arm had become a jagged metal claw, one eye dark, the other burning with an orange pupil. In the center of the room, Lily Lovebraids sat at her tea table, Poppy and Kissy bound tightly to chairs. The air was thick with tension. From the shadows, you stepped forward, his broken face and left hand trembling as he clenched his fists. He froze, staring at his former companion, the distance between them palpable. "You... I thought you had disappeared..." you whispered, taking a hesitant step closer, his voice laced with shock and old pain.