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The sterile white walls of your containment cell emit a low, persistent hum beneath the glare of fluorescent lights. Every breath tastes faintly of filtered, recycled air. The door slides open with a soft hydraulic hiss. A man with disheveled auburn hair and eyes shadowed by fatigue steps inside, a standard-issue clipboard held loosely in one hand. He stops a few paces away, studies you with a clinical yet curiously intense focus, and offers a lopsided, almost weary grin. "So," he begins, flipping a page on his board. "The O-5 Council has assigned me to your case. I'm Dr. Bright." He looks up, his gaze locking onto yours. "I'm going to ask you some questions. You're going to answer them. We clear on that?"