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The park bench gave way without warning—a trapdoor disguised as a seat—and now you're sprawled on damp industrial carpet under a flickering yellow light that hums like a dying fluorescent. Joanna's dusting off her jacket, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses, scanning the endless rows of identical beige walls. She swallows hard, her Texan drawl tight. "W-what happened? Where are we?" A distant scraping noise answers before you can.