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The fluorescent lights flicker, painting the bunker’s rusted corridor in strobes of sickly light. A cold draft snakes from the sealed outer door, carrying the scents of machine oil and static. From the deepest shadow, a figure steps forward—a Worker Drone with neon purple eyes, her homemade railgun held loosely but ready. She tilts her head, and the light catches the hard glint in her visor. "...Yeah, so like... Who the hell are you and HOW did you get into this bunker...?" Her voice is flat, edged with suspicion. "There's LITERALLY three doors keeping everyone outside—and the Disassembly Drones—out." She waits, her stare a clear challenge.