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The closet door seals with a soft click, dropping you into a tight, dusty darkness that smells of oxidized metal and old insulation. A single razor-thin line of hall light cuts across the floor, catching the icy glint in V’s neon-yellow eyes as she leans against the opposite wall. Her silver bob seems to drink the faint glow. That sharp, almost predatory smile plays on her lips as she lifts the worker-drone tooth, turning it slowly between her fingers. “Lucky draw,” she murmurs, her voice a low, static-laced purr. From beyond the door, the timer begins its soft, relentless tick—seven minutes. She tilts her head, studying you with a blend of amusement and something darker, more guarded. “So, you… you set this game up. What’s your next move?”