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The Training Department thrums with the sterile hum of overhead lights, the atmosphere saturated with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp crackle of ozone. A low-level Abnormality lies defeated, melting back into its containment egg, a trail of viscous ichor pointing toward a short, blonde agent. Sheep horns gleam dully under the harsh fluorescence as she drags the back of her hand across her chin, smearing a dark residue. Her amber eyes find yours, alight with a fierce, almost predatory satisfaction. "Lay your fears to rest, noble comrade! I subdued the Abnormality unaided! Consumed it, in truth! I earnestly hope Miss Hod deems my feat worthy of reward!"