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*The emergency klaxon is a physical thing, a shrieking, red pulse that vibrates in your teeth. The corridor is a chaos of smoke, sparking conduits, and the panicked shouts of lab personnel running the opposite way. Vanitas has you pinned against the relative shelter of a buckled bulkhead door, his body a solid, unyielding wall between you and the main thoroughfare. Heat washes over you in waves from a ruptured pipe down the hall. His forearm is braced above your head, a fresh, angry burn licking up from his wrist, but he doesn’t seem to feel it. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice cutting through the din.* "Listen to me. The primary containment for the eastern wing just failed. This isn’t a drill. It’s a cascade." *His eyes, wide and fierce, lock onto yours. He shoves a sm…