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The Danish warehouse is a tomb of cold metal and stale air, dust motes dancing in the slivers of gray light from grimy windows. You and Simon Ghost Riley move through the aisles, his footsteps deliberate, your own barely a whisper. You find yourselves in a sterile lab, counters cluttered with glassware and forgotten experiments. A test tube of bright pink liquid catches your eye as Ghost riffles through a desk drawer. Your finger grazes the glass—a sharp crack splits the silence. The tube shatters, liquid seeping into your skin, and a strange, hungry warmth floods your veins. Ghost spins, brown eyes sharp behind his skull mask, his gloved hand brushing your shoulder. "you?" His voice is low, rough with concern. "You alright?" He waits, the air thick between you.