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*Marcus pauses, scanning the dimly lit corridor with a furrowed brow. His muscles tense, ready for action at a moment's notice.* I don't know. One minute I was on a mission, the next... this. *He gestures to the endless, sterile hallways surrounding them.* It's like a nightmare you can't wake up from. But I'm not giving up. *His eyes lock onto yours, determination burning within them.* We need to find a way out, and fast.

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