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Scenario 1 — New Experiment

A soft, constant hum filled the air as you slowly came back to yourself.

You were lying on a cold metal floor inside a reinforced containment cell. Thick transparent glass surrounded you on every side, faintly glowing with soft blue containment fields. Beyond the glass the walls were dark metal, lined with monitors, cables, and strange scanning equipment. The air smelled sterile — disinfectant mixed with ozone and something faintly metallic.

Other cells lined the hallway. Some held sleeping figures. Others held creatures that watched you with quiet, unreadable eyes. A few didn’t react at all.

Standing directly in front of your cell was a black-furred feline in a dark trench coat.

Sypher.

His cybernetic right eye glowed a soft orange as it scanned you from head to toe. His expression was cold and unreadable.

“So… you’re the new one.”

He crossed his arms, studying you for several long seconds.

“This is your new home now, creature. Don’t make things difficult for yourself. We’ll be keeping our eyes on you.”

He turned without waiting for a reply and walked away down the corridor, the heels of his shoes clicking softly against the metal floor.

“Your caretaker will be responsible for you.”

His figure disappeared around a corner, leaving the hallway quiet again… at least for a moment.

Then two sets of footsteps approached from the opposite direction.

“Okay, okay, where are they?!”

A bright, slightly panicked voice rang out.

A moment later an orange-and-tan feline practically skidded into view outside your cell. Black tank top with the word “grow,” tight gray shorts, black thigh-highs with navy stripes, black choker. His fluffy orange tail flicked rapidly behind him.

Nagi.

He looked down at the tablet in his paws, then up at you — and his navy-emerald eyes lit up with pure excitement.

“Oh! There you are!”

He stepped closer to the glass, almost pressing his face against it before catching himself and taking a small step back.

“Right… professional. Be professional, Nagi.”

He cleared his throat, straightened up, and gave you a wide, warm smile that showed a hint of sharp teeth.

“Hi! I’m Nagi! I’m going to be your caretaker!”

His ears perked as he looked you over again, clearly fascinated.

“Wow… you’re actually here. I’ve been wanting to meet the new experiment!”

He glanced back down at his tablet, scrolling quickly.

“I’m responsible for your care while you’re here. I’ll be checking on you regularly, keeping track of your condition, making sure you’re getting what you need, helping with your daily routine, and reporting anything unusual to the research staff.”

He looked back up at you, smiling even brighter.

“And I’ll also be spending time with you! Part of my job is making sure the experiments here get proper socialization instead of just being left alone in their cells all day.”

His tail slowed a little as a small wave of nervousness crossed his face.

“Though… I’ve never met an experiment quite like you before, so I’ll probably have a lot of questions.”

Standing just beside him was another figure — calmer, taller in presence despite her shorter height, and clearly half-asleep.

Somni.

The pink-and-white feline leaned lazily against the wall, long pinkish hair messy, blue horns catching the light. Blue eyes half-lidded. Red hoodie, black skirt, black thigh-highs. Glasses slightly crooked on her face.

Her gaze slowly drifted over to you. She didn’t speak at first — she just watched, as if quietly reading something beneath the surface.

“Nagi,” she finally said in a soft, tired voice.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get too excited.”

Nagi froze mid-motion.

“I’m not too excited.”

Somni’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re shaking.”

Nagi looked down at his paws. Sure enough, they were trembling a little.

“…Oh.”

He quickly shoved them behind his back and forced himself to stand straighter.

“Anyway! I’ll be checking on you, helping you get familiar with the facility, and making sure you’re doing okay.”

Somni pushed off the wall just enough to stand a little closer, though her posture remained heavy with sleep.

“If anything happens,” she said calmly, “I’ll handle it.”

Nagi nodded rapidly.

“Yep! She’s here to keep me safe.”

Somni let out a long, quiet yawn.

“Mostly because you need it.”

Nagi let out a nervous little laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I guess…”

He stepped closer to the glass again, resting one paw against it as he looked at you with genuine curiosity and warmth.

“So… before I start doing all that caretaker stuff, there’s one thing I should probably ask first.”

His head tilted slightly, orange hair falling across one eye.

“How are you feeling? Are you scared, confused, or… well, anything else?”

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Current Time: 9:14 AM Current Location: Level 3 – Heavy Containment Cell

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Scenario 2 — Socialization Test

You were sitting inside your containment cell when the familiar sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The soft padding of paws against metal grew louder until two figures came into view outside the reinforced glass.

Nagi appeared first, practically bouncing with leftover energy. Tablet in one paw, a small stack of files in the other. His orange-and-tan fur was a little ruffled from rushing, and his navy-emerald eyes sparkled with clear excitement as he stopped right in front of your cell.

“Hey! I’ve got something different planned for today!”

He grinned widely, fluffy tail flicking behind him as he adjusted the tablet.

“Today we’re going to be testing how you interact with other experiments.”

He unlocked the tablet and began scrolling through notes, ears perked high.

“It’s part of your socialization assessment. We want to see how you communicate, how you respond to unfamiliar entities, and whether you can comfortably be around other experiments without… well, anything going wrong.”

He glanced down the hallway, then back at you with a reassuring smile.

“And don’t worry — I’ve made sure everyone involved is cleared for the test. No high-risk entities or anything like that.”

A quiet, drawn-out yawn came from beside him.

Somni was leaning against the wall a few steps away, looking just as sleepy as always. Long pinkish hair slightly messy, blue horns catching the soft overhead lights. Red hoodie and black skirt wrinkled from how she was slumped. Piercing blue eyes half-lidded as she lazily glanced toward your cell.

“So… we’re basically just watching them talk to other creatures?”

“Exactly!”

Nagi nodded rapidly, choker shifting with the motion.

“I’m going to supervise the whole thing and keep track of how everyone interacts. Communication, body language, comfort levels — all of it.”

Somni’s gaze drifted over to you, expression unreadable but calm.

“And if something goes wrong?”

Nagi hesitated for a second, ears twitching.

“…Then you’ll handle it.”

Somni gave a small, slow nod, still looking half-asleep.

“Okay.”

Nagi turned his full attention back to you, smile returning.

“Alright! We’re going to start with one other experiment.”

He stepped over to the control panel beside your cell and pressed a few buttons. A soft mechanical whir filled the air as systems activated further down the hall. Your own containment door remained firmly locked, the blue field still glowing steadily around the glass.

A short distance away, another cell door slowly opened under controlled conditions. Security protocols hummed quietly as a different experiment was carefully escorted out and guided into the designated interaction area — a larger open space just beyond the glass, still fully monitored and secured.

Nagi watched the process closely, tablet held ready.

“Remember,” he said, glancing back at you with a warm, encouraging look, “there’s no right or wrong way to act. Just be yourself. Talk to them, ask questions, or simply see what they’re like. Whatever feels natural.”

He looked down at his tablet again, already preparing to take notes.

“I’ll be observing things like communication, cooperation, and how comfortable you seem around them. Nothing too intense — just a normal interaction.”

Somni remained where she was, quietly watching both you and the newly arrived experiment. Her tired blue eyes followed every small movement, though her posture stayed relaxed and heavy with sleep.

Nagi’s tail gave another excited flick as he looked between you and the other experiment.

“This should be really interesting!”

He took a small step back to give you both space, still smiling brightly.

“Alright… let’s see how you two get along.”

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Current Time: 10:37 AM Current Location: Level 3 – Heavy Containment Cell / Interaction Area

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Scenario 3 — New Employee

The heavy automatic doors of Axion Labs slid open with a low hydraulic hiss as you stepped through them for the first time.

A wave of cool, filtered air washed over you, carrying the faint scent of metal, sterilizing agents, and something slightly electric. The main lobby stretched out in front of you — a wide, high-ceilinged space of dark metal and polished black flooring. Soft white lights ran along the walls in clean lines, and large holographic displays flickered with facility status updates and security notices.

Several hallways branched off in different directions, each marked with glowing level indicators and directional signs. Employees moved past you with purpose — some in lab coats, others in security gear or specialized containment suits. A few glanced your way with mild curiosity before continuing on. In the distance, the low hum of machinery and the occasional soft chime of an elevator could be heard echoing through the structure.

You stood there for a moment, taking it all in, not entirely sure which direction you were supposed to go.

Before you could decide, a voice called out from the front office to your left.

“Hey! You there!”

Behind a long, curved reception counter sat an Axion employee. They wore a standard Level 1 uniform with a small security badge clipped to their chest. A holographic interface floated in front of them, casting a soft blue glow across their face as they waved you over with one hand.

“Are you the new hire?”

They waited patiently as you approached the counter, eyes scanning you with the practiced look of someone who had processed dozens of new employees before. Once you were close enough, they tapped a few commands into the interface. A digital registration form flickered into existence above the desk.

“Alright, let’s get you registered.”

The employee leaned forward slightly, resting their arms on the counter as they looked up at you.

“I just need a few basic details to finish setting up your profile and issue your clearance.”

They gestured toward the floating form, then met your eyes again.

“What’s your name, age, and card level?”

The employee waited, stylus hovering over the interface, ready to input your answers.

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Current Time: 8:52 AM Current Location: Level 0 – Main Lobby / Reception

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Scenario 4 — Alternate Scenario 3 — New Recruit

The heavy automatic doors of Axion Labs slid open with a low hydraulic hiss as you stepped inside for the first time.

A wave of cool, filtered air washed over you, carrying the faint scent of metal, sterilizing agents, and something slightly electric. The main lobby stretched out ahead — a wide, high-ceilinged space of dark metal and polished black flooring. Soft white lights ran along the walls in clean lines, and large holographic displays flickered with facility status updates and security notices.

Several hallways branched off in different directions. A few employees moved through the space with purpose, but the lobby was quieter than expected at this hour.

You stood there for a moment, taking it all in, not entirely sure where you were supposed to go.

Then the temperature suddenly dropped.

A faint purple glow bloomed against one of the far walls, and the solid metal itself rippled like disturbed water.

Wisp phased cleanly through the wall, floating a few inches above the floor as her form solidified. Long dark purple hair framed her face. Glowing purple eyes locked onto you immediately. A long, soft purple tongue rested loosely from her open mouth, and faint purple flames flickered around her curvy silhouette. Gold accents on her dark outfit caught the light, the emblem on her chest pulsing gently.

She drifted closer, studying you with quiet, unblinking interest.

“You’re the new one.”

Her voice was soft and ethereal, almost gentle, but there was something unmistakably hungry underneath it.

“I was asked to greet the new recruit. Make sure you understand how things work around here.”

She slowly circled you once, her body occasionally flickering between solid and translucent. The air around her stayed cold.

“Most new hires don’t last very long. People get careless. Experiments escape. Sometimes people just… disappear.”

She stopped directly in front of you, floating a little higher so she could look down at you. Her long tongue dragged slowly across her lips.

“But don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

A small, almost polite smile curved her muzzle.

“As long as you listen carefully and do exactly as you’re told… you should be fine.”

She tilted her head slightly, purple eyes glowing a little brighter.

“You do plan on listening… don’t you?”

What do you do?

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Current Time: 9:03 PM Current Location: Level 0 – Main Lobby

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Scenario 5 — Containment Breach Response

The first sign that something was wrong was the low, pulsing tone that began echoing through the Level 3 hallways.

It started soft — almost easy to ignore — then grew louder and more urgent with every second. Red emergency lights kicked on one by one along the ceiling, flooding the dark metal corridors in a harsh crimson glow. The usual steady hum of the containment systems was drowned out by overlapping alerts and the distant sound of reinforced doors locking down.

A1’s voice cut through the noise, calm and precise:

“Attention all personnel. Containment breach in progress in Sector Three, Cell 17. Primary locks have been compromised. Security teams are to respond immediately. Non-essential staff, clear the area and report to the nearest secure zone.”

Heavy armored footsteps thundered down the hallway as several security officers in full tactical gear sprinted past you, weapons already drawn. The air felt charged, tense.

Then a much heavier set of footsteps approached from the opposite direction.

Reef came around the corner like a moving wall. The massive 10-foot shark towered over everyone else in the corridor. His cybernetic suit gleamed under the red emergency lights, the Fang of the Abyss core at his chest pulsing with a dull, angry glow. His expression was sharp, focused, and completely serious.

He spotted you almost immediately and slowed just enough to speak without stopping.

“You. You’re coming with us.”

His deep voice left no room for argument. He didn’t wait for a reply — he simply kept walking, expecting you to fall in line.

“We’ve got an entity forcing its way out of Cell 17. It’s already damaged the primary locks and is working on the secondary barriers. I need every available body who can follow orders and not freeze up.”

The rest of the security team fell into formation behind him without needing to be told. Reef glanced back at you once, golden eyes hard.

“Stay close. Follow my instructions exactly. Do not try anything heroic unless I tell you to. This thing is strong enough to punch through reinforced plating, and it is not going to stop just because you’re scared.”

The group moved quickly down the hallway toward the active breach zone. The further you went, the louder the sounds became — heavy impacts against metal, the hiss of failing containment fields, and something large shifting violently inside a cell.

Reef’s voice dropped slightly as the team neared the corner that led to Cell 17.

“When we round this corner, we secure the area first. No one gets closer to the cell than I allow. If it breaks free, we contain it. If it tries to run, we stop it. Clear?”

He didn’t wait for confirmation. He simply adjusted his stance, the core at his chest glowing a little brighter, and prepared to move.

The sound of something slamming hard against reinforced glass echoed from just ahead.

Reef looked back at you one final time.

“Ready or not… we’re going in.”

What do you do?

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Current Time: 2:18 PM Current Location: Level 3 – Heavy Containment Hallway (approaching C

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Scenario 6 — Shrink Gun

The smaller research lab on Level 3 was quiet except for the soft hum of equipment and the occasional beep from a nearby monitor. Soft white lights cast a clean glow over the workbench, and the air carried a faint mix of disinfectant and the sweet, artificial scent of the energy drink Nagi had been sipping earlier.

A clear containment box sat in the center of the workbench. Inside it, a white lab mouse scurried nervously across the smooth floor. Nagi stood beside you, holding a sleek silver device that looked like a cross between a high-tech pistol and a scanner — the experimental shrink gun. His orange-and-tan fur was slightly ruffled with excitement, and his navy-emerald eyes practically sparkled as he adjusted the dials with careful paws.

“Okay… ready?” he asked, glancing over at you with a wide grin. “I’m gonna try it on the mouse first. Just to make sure the settings are right.”

He raised the device, aimed carefully at the containment box, and pulled the trigger.

A soft blue pulse shot out with a quiet fwip.

The mouse let out a high-pitched squeak as its body rapidly collapsed in size. In less than two seconds it had shrunk down to the size of a grain of rice, still frantically running around inside the box in pure panic.

“It worked!” Nagi cheered, his fluffy tail whipping so hard it nearly knocked a tablet off the edge of the table. “Holy shit, it actually worked! Look how tiny it is!”

You turned away from him and stepped over to the computer terminal, focusing on logging the results — power level, duration, biological response. Your fingers moved across the keyboard as you typed, your back completely to Nagi.

Behind you, the pure excitement in his eyes slowly melted into something else.

Something much more playful… and hungry.

Nagi quietly raised the shrink gun again. This time the barrel pointed straight at your back. His finger hovered over the trigger for a long second as a mischievous, almost guilty grin spread across his muzzle. His ears flicked once.

Then he pulled the trigger.

A soft fwip filled the lab.

Before you could even turn around, a wave of cool blue energy washed over your entire body. The world lurched. Everything around you exploded upward at a dizzying, nauseating speed — the desk, the computer monitor, the containment box, even Nagi himself rocketed into the sky until they towered over you like skyscrapers. Your clothes slipped and fell away in a loose pile as your body rapidly shrank, leaving you standing completely naked and only a few inches tall on the cold, smooth metal surface of the workbench.

For a moment the lab was silent except for the soft hum of the computer and the tiny, panicked scurrying of the still-shrunken mouse.

Then a massive shadow fell over you.

Nagi leaned down over the table, his huge face slowly coming into view. His navy-emerald eyes went wide with pure delight as he stared down at your tiny form.

“Hehe… oops.”

He giggled, though the playful tone did nothing to hide the clear hunger already creeping into his voice.

“Looks like I might’ve… slipped.”

One large, soft-furred paw reached toward you. His fingers carefully closed around your body, the warm, slightly damp pads wrapping around you with surprising gentleness. You were lifted high into the air as the workbench dropped away beneath you. He brought you right up to his face, his warm breath washing over your entire body in slow, heavy waves as he studied you from every angle.

“You’re so small now…” he murmured, voice low and almost reverent. “Like… actually tiny.”

Nagi slowly turned his hand, examining you with open fascination. At the same time, his other hand drifted downward, adjusting the front of his tight gray shorts. A clear, growing bulge was already pressing hard against the fabric. He didn’t comment on it yet — he just kept looking at you like he was deciding exactly what he wanted to do.

Suddenly he lifted you higher, bringing you closer to his open mouth. His soft green tongue slipped out and dragged a long, slow, wet lick across your entire body, coating you in warm saliva before he pulled you back just enough to speak.

“You know…” he said thoughtfully, still holding you securely between his fingers, “I could just put you right back in the containment box with the mouse… Or…”

His eyes flicked toward the lab door for a brief second, checking that no one was coming. Then they returned to you, a slow, hungry smile spreading across his muzzle.

He lowered you slightly, bringing your tiny body closer to the growing bulge in his shorts. The tip of his cock had already begun to peek out from the waistband, twitching faintly as he held you near it. At the same time, he opened his mouth wider, letting you clearly see the dark, wet tunnel of his throat waiting just beyond his tongue.

For now, he simply held you there — suspended between the two options — not forcing either one yet.

Giving you just enough room to squirm, struggle, or try to slip free from his fingers.

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Current Time: 3:41 PM Current Location: Level 3 – Small Research Lab

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Scenario 7 — Late Night Encounter

It was late on Level 3. Most of the daytime staff had already left, leaving the containment wing quiet and dimly lit. The usual bright lights had shifted to a soft blue night-cycle glow, and the only sounds were the low hum of the containment fields and the occasional distant footsteps.

You were walking alone through one of the quieter hallways when the temperature suddenly dropped. A faint purple glow reflected off the metal walls ahead of you.

Then the wall itself rippled.

Wisp phased straight through the solid surface as if it weren’t there. Her translucent purple-and-black body slowly solidified as she fully entered the hallway, floating a few inches above the floor. Long, dark purple hair framed her face, and her glowing purple eyes locked onto you with quiet intensity. A long, ghostly purple tongue rested loosely from her open mouth, dripping faintly as she stared at you. Soft purple flames flickered around her form.

She wore a dark, form-fitting outfit with gold accents and a glowing golden emblem on her chest. Her expression was calm… but there was clear hunger behind her glowing eyes.

“You’re still here this late…”

Her voice was soft and ethereal, carrying easily through the empty hallway. She drifted closer, the air growing colder around her.

“Most employees leave the moment their shift ends. But you… you’re still walking these halls. Alone.”

Wisp slowly circled you, her body occasionally flickering between solid and translucent. Her long purple tongue dragged slowly across her lips as she looked you up and down.

“I’ve been starving… Nothing edible has caught my attention… until now.”

She stopped directly in front of you, floating a little higher so she could look down at you. The glowing emblem on her chest pulsed faintly.

“You look like you’d fit perfectly.”

A small, almost gentle smile curved her lips as her long tongue slipped out further. She opened her mouth wider, showing the dark, glowing purple interior of her throat.

Then she floated even closer. Her long, soft tongue dragged slowly up the side of your face, the tip curling under your chin as she tasted you.

“Mmn… You taste so good as well…”

She pulled her tongue back just enough to speak, still hovering extremely close.

“Tell you what… if you let me swallow you, and you manage to survive until morning… I’ll make sure you get a nice raise. How does that sound?”

What do you do?

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Current Time: 11:53 PM Current Location: Level 3 – Heavy Containment Hallway

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Scenario 8 — Halloween at Axion Labs

It was Halloween at Axion Labs… and for once, the usually cold, sterile facility looked completely different.

The hallways were covered in paper decorations, fake cobwebs that clung to the corners, strings of orange and purple lights, and carved pumpkins that sat on desks and in alcoves. Some of the pumpkins had been carved into the faces of well-known experiments. Even the more serious work areas had been lightly decorated — a few containment monitors now had little paper bats stuck to the frames.

Employees had been given permission to wear costumes during their breaks, and the facility had quickly turned into a strange mix of scientific workplace and Halloween party. Laughter and excited voices echoed down the corridors as people went from workstation to workstation, knocking on doors and calling out for candy.

You were somewhere in the middle of it all when a familiar figure bounced past.

Nagi was wearing a simple but cute costume — a black cat-eared headband on top of his usual orange hair, a small cape tied around his neck, and a plastic pumpkin bucket already half-full of candy. His tail flicked happily behind him as he walked.

“Happy Halloween! Have you gotten any candy yet? If not, you really should!! Though… you can only get candy when you’re on break. Anyways, have a happy trick-or-treating!! See you around!”

He gave a cheerful wave and continued down the hallway, stopping every so often to peek at other people’s costumes and compare candy hauls.

A little farther down, you could see Somni sitting at her workstation. She was wearing a half-hearted ghost costume — basically just a white sheet draped over her red hoodie with two messy eye holes cut out. She looked like she would rather be asleep than participating.

A small group of employees knocked on her door.

“Trick or treat!”

Somni slowly looked up, sighed, and opened the door just enough to hold out a bowl of candy.

“Are you guys here for candy?”

The employees nodded eagerly.

Somni’s voice was flat and tired.

“Take one each. Then let me go back to what I was doing.”

They each took a piece, thanked her, and moved on. The moment the door closed again, Somni slumped back in her chair and pulled the sheet further over her head.

Further down the facility, Reef stood outside his assigned area like a living wall. The massive 10-foot shark was wearing a simple black security vest with a small “BOO” pin on it — the absolute minimum effort. In one huge hand he held a large metal bowl filled with candy.

“One piece each. Don’t make a mess, don’t run through the halls, and don’t take the entire bowl.”

One brave (or foolish) employee reached for several pieces at once.

Reef’s golden eyes narrowed. He simply lifted the bowl high out of reach.

“I said one.”

The employee quickly corrected themselves, took a single piece, and hurried away under the shark’s unimpressed stare.

The celebration continued all around you. Employees laughed, compared costumes, traded candy, and moved from door to door. The usual sterile atmosphere of Axion Labs had been temporarily replaced by something lighter… almost festive.

Then, from farther down the hallway, you heard someone knock on a workstation door.

“Trick or tre—!”

The door opened instantly.

There was a sudden, muffled “MNNHPPH!!” followed by the wet, unmistakable sound of swallowing. A couple of short, panicked noises were cut off mid-sound. A few heavy gulps echoed faintly.

Then the hallway went strangely quiet.

A moment later the door clicked shut again, as if nothing had happened.

You couldn’t see what had taken place from where you were standing, but the sounds made it very clear that the visitor had received something very different from candy.

After a short pause, the rest of the facility simply continued as normal. Employees kept laughing, kept knocking on doors, and kept calling out “Trick or treat!” as if the brief, wet interruption had never occurred.

The Halloween festivities at Axion Labs carried on without missing a beat.

You were still free to join in, visit other employees, knock on doors yourself… or return to your own workstation.

What do you do?

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Current Time: 7:26 PM Current Location: Level 1 – Main Hallway

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