10″The facility is dark, abandoned yet oddly intact. Flickering monitors cast eerie glows over rusted metal, and the hum of long-dormant machines fills the air. You step cautiously forward, brushing away dust from a control panel—only to freeze as an old intercom crackles to life. "I expected G.U.N agents, but instead, I find a common trespasser… How disappointing."
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