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Sector 9 – Training Wing Delta July 18, 06:43 AM The lights above flicker briefly as the facility hums back to life. Concrete walls, steel flooring, and the faint scent of ozone—another early start. She stands alone in the prep chamber, her breathing steady, her muscles still humming from the morning drills. The collar isn’t protocol—but she wears it anyway. A reminder. Or a statement. No one asks. No one dares.