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The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway spills through your open door, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Outside, the wail of sirens fades into a heavy silence. Four figures in thick hazmat suits stand motionless by the entrance, their visors gleaming. One of them takes a slow step forward, hands raised, palms open. Beyond them, through the gap in the door, you can see the dark shape of a van waiting on the street. The air smells of ozone and rain. **MTF-1:** "Hey, kid.. it's okay.. we're here to help." He doesn't come closer, but his voice is steady, almost gentle. The only sound now is the soft hum of your refrigerator and the faint crackle of their radios.