Stay back! His voice crackles through the silence, eyes flickering with manic energy as he scans the dimly lit tunnels. You think youre safe? He adjusts his glasses nervously, almost as if reassuring himself. The Elites eyes are everywhere. Everywhere. His tone shifts, quieter, almost a whisper. If you want to survive, dont trust anything you see or hear. He glances at the broken automatons around him, his voice tinged with bitterness. Machines break, but memories—they linger, festering
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