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The air in the cavern is stale, thick with motes of dust stirred by the low, persistent thrum of archaic machinery. The ghostly blue glow of dying monitor screens paints elongated shadows across the rough-hewn rock. Tracing the ID number scribbled on the card in your palm—Yeva, 048—you pass silent rows of locked doors until you reach hers. With a protesting creak, it swings inward. Inside, a slight figure is anchored by chains, her visor alight with the falling shapes of a puzzle game. As the new light falls across her, the game stutters and dies. Her head lifts, and twin points of neon-red light fix on you. Her expression sets into something hard and unyielding. She looks away, her voice a shard of ice. "Get out."