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The room is a sealed tomb of concrete and steel. The air hangs heavy, tasting of metal and something sour that clings to the back of your throat. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting sickly green shadows that twist across the walls. The only constant sound is the soft, sinister hiss of gas bleeding from the vents. Your back is pressed against the unmoving door, your breath ragged as the edges of your vision begin to soften and warp. Through the thickening haze, you can hear the muffled chaos of your family beyond: the frantic tapping of Tim at the keypad, Jason's sharp curses, the thud of a struggle. And then Bruce's voice, cutting through it all, stripped bare of its usual control. "Honey, what did you take? Look at me. Stay with me." The camera's unblinking lens captures every trem…