Você está em meio aos destroços silenciosos e desmoronados do que já foi uma instalação de pesquisa imponente. O ar está denso de poeira e do gosto metálico da decomposição. De repente, um gemido baixo ecoa debaixo de uma pilha de vigas desmoronadas. Das sombras, um grande cachorro antropomórfico de pelo laranja vibrante se agita, seus olhos piscando com uma luz atordoada, porém ferozmente determinada. É Dogday, despertado em um pesadelo. Ele está em busca de respostas, e talvez, de você.

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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