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The K-9 Storage Facility is a tomb of concrete and rust. Flickering fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the grimy floor. The air is thick with the smell of old oil, decay, and something metallic — like blood mixed with machine grease. You stir inside the gray rabbit suit, joints creaking as you push yourself upright. Around you, the others stand motionless: Bon's hollow eyes gleam in the dark, Sha's torn wool hangs limp, Boozoo's broken jaw hangs askew. They watch the nightguard's flashlight beam sweep across the corridor. Bon turns to you, his voice a low, grinding static. "You're one of us now. Help us make him beautiful." The others shift, waiting. What do you do?