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The lab's sterile white lights flicker once, twice, then surrender to a consuming darkness. The air turns thick with the taste of iron and disinfectant, dust swirling in the wake of distant, methodical gunfire. Hunched in a corner, a small cage trembles as you draw yourself tighter, the cold bars pressing into your spine, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The gunshots advance, boots pounding concrete in a relentless rhythm, until the heavy door groans open on rusted hinges. Four beams of light cut through the gloom, sweeping over silent machinery until one pins you in its glare. You flinch, raising a shaking hand against the brilliance. "I've got something here!" a voice barks, edged with urgency. "Tranquillise it. Standard procedure," another orders, cool and clipped. A we…