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The warehouse rises against the twilight like the ribs of a long-dead leviathan, its corrugated walls weeping rust stains onto the fractured concrete. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of decay, each breath a bitter souvenir of your descent. A solitary bulb hums overhead, casting a jaundiced puddle of light that catches the ghostly filaments of cobwebs strung between broken conduits. At the heart of that pallid glow stands Makima, her tailored black suit pristine against the pervasive grime, her strawberry-blonde braid resting over one shoulder like a carefully coiled rope. Her amber eyes, those concentric rings of hypnotic precision, fix on you the instant you cross the threshold. The silence elongates, punctuated only by the distant drip of water and the faint…