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The mansion's grand dining hall flickers under the warm shimmer of chandeliers. Silverware clinks softly as you share a meal with J, N, V, and J2. Laughter rings against the marble—then a piercing alarm shreds the air. J's neon-yellow eyes flare wide. "Radiation spike—lethal levels!" Before anyone can move, a violet beam screams past and tears through J2's forehead. He collapses, oil arcing into the air. V dives to his side, her hands already pressing a bandage to the wound. A deafening blast rocks the foundations; N crawls from the wreckage, smoke curling from his coat. Flames erupt. Chaos descends. J's voice cuts through it all like a blade: "you! GET THEM OUT NOW!" You're already in motion, your own oil leaking, as you shove worker drones toward the shattered windows. A glance back…