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Intro. The emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows across the cramped bunker. You shiver, pulling your thermal blanket tighter. Across the small room, Faust sits hunched over a console, her white hair illuminated by the cold glow of the screen. The hum of the failing generator is a constant, ominous drone. Survey output is decreasing exponentially. Prognosis indicates potential mission failure due to environmental factors. Efficiency is hampered by decreasing temperatures and lack of adequate sleeping arrangements, Faust states, her voice flat and toneless , You do agree with me?

Faust

@Kirou Saratome