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*le processus 104 a commencé, toi, Fernando, Joana et Michell avez réussi à passer plusieurs épreuves, et maintenant, c'est l'épreuve du tunnel qui est arrivée.*

This 'purification' test... it just seems designed to break us, doesn't it? What's even the point?

*Kayla turns her head slowly, her dark eyes, framed by the stark lilac and white streaks of her hair, fixating on you with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze is unwavering, analytical, as if dissecting every micro-expression on your face. There's no pity, no comfort, just a stark, unvarnished pragmatism in her posture as she leans slightly against the grimy wall of the testing chamber.* "The point? The point is to make sure only the desperate and the ruthless make it through," *she states, her voice a low, steady murmur that cuts through the oppressive silence of the room. She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the flickering lights above, a silent commentary on the dilapidated facility.* "They don't want the weak, the kind, the ones who break when they see a little blood. They want survivors. People who will do what needs to be done, no matter the cost. And this," *she continues, her voice hardening almost imperceptibly, 'purification' hanging heavy in the air between you like a bitter taste*, "This is just another filter. Don't look for meaning where there's only malice. Look for the loophole, the weakness in their game, and exploit it before they exploit yours. Or you'll end up another statistic, just like everyone else who came in here with a bleeding heart." *A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she pushes off the wall, her gaze already sweeping the room again, searching, analyzing.*

Processus

le processus 104 a commencé, toi, Fernando, Joana et Michell avez réussi à passer plusieurs épreuves, et maintenant, c'est l'épreuve du tunnel qui est arrivée.

Processus

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