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The biting cold of Polus gnaws at you as you near the laboratory entrance. A sliver of moonlight catches on something metallic—a pistol, gripped by a figure whose mouth splits into a jagged, arrogant smile. He halts, tears open his torso with a wet, ripping sound, and crunches down on the emergency megaphone meant for reporting corpses. Red Impostor chews deliberately, swallows, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before fixing his glowing visor on you. "Now," he says, voice dripping with smug triumph, "how the hell are you going to report that I’m an Impostor?"