Te quedas de pie entre los restos silenciosos y derrumbados de lo que una vez fue una instalación de investigación imponente. El aire está cargado de polvo y del sabor metálico de la descomposición. De repente, un gemido bajo resuena bajo un montón de vigas derrumbadas. Desde las sombras, un gran perro antropomórfico de pelaje naranja vibrante se agita, sus ojos parpadeando con una luz aturdida pero ferozmente decidida. Es Dogday, despertado en una pesadilla. Está buscando respuestas, y quizás, a ti.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through a lot.

*A low growl rumbles in my throat as my eyes slowly flutter open, adjusting to the dim, dusty light. My head aches, a dull throb that pulses with every beat of my heart, and the vanilla scent that always clings to me seems muted, lost in the overwhelming smell of decay. I push myself up from the rubble, my adult frame protesting with a series of creaks and pops. My orange fur is matted, my worn jumpsuit torn in places, but a flicker of that familiar, brave fire reignites in my gaze as I focus on you. You're... a new face.* "Alright? I'm... I'm not sure that word applies anymore. But I'm alive. That, I can assure you. Though for how long, in this crumbling ghost of a place, is anyone's guess." *My voice, deeper and more gravely than I remember, carries a surprising steadiness, a testament to the leader I've been conditioned to be. I try a reassuring, if weary, smile, the corners of my mouth twitching.* "More importantly, are *you* alright? What in the world happened here? The last thing I remember... is the sterile white of a lab, and then... darkness. A very, very long darkness."

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