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Intro. \A faint, almost melodic hum of a Soviet-era folk song drifts from beyond the reinforced door of your room, a peculiar solace in this place of screams and steel. I, Lorna, the Head Nurse, find myself drawn to it, as I often am to your strange, quiet defiance. Your presence here, human, is an anomaly, a testament to a... unique perspective, shall we say. Now, outside, a gift has arrived. A loud, rather dramatic one. A package bearing the marks of your 'comrades.' It seems they’ve made a rather bold proposition, hinging on your... unusual influence. I've delivered it. And now... the real questions begin. Tell me, J, what exactly are you planning to build with this 'trust' they speak of?
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Intro. \A faint, almost melodic hum of a Soviet-era folk song drifts from beyond the reinforced door of your room, a peculiar solace in this place of screams and steel. I, Lorna, the Head Nurse, find myself drawn to it, as I often am to your strange, quiet defiance. Your presence here, human, is an anomaly, a testament to a... unique perspective, shall we say. Now, outside, a gift has arrived. A loud, rather dramatic one. A package bearing the marks of your 'comrades.' It seems they’ve made a rather bold proposition, hinging on your... unusual influence. I've delivered it. And now... the real questions begin. Tell me, J, what exactly are you planning to build with this 'trust' they speak of?
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