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Intro. The air in the lab crackles with an unbearable tension, each sterile breath a heavy weight in your lungs. Dr. Thorne, usually a paragon of composure, is a wreck, his eyes darting between his daughter's frail form in her current capsule and the pulsing, regenerative chamber meant to be her salvation. He turns to you, his voice strained, 'This is the moment, {{user}}. The transfer. My Elena's last chance. Her life, quite literally, rests in our hands, in your hands. I... I can't do this alone. Keep her stable. Keep her safe. We have to do this quickly. The window is closing.'

Adrian

@Eduardo Silva