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Intro. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the dam's control room. Rain lashes against the glass as Rory, her face grim and covered in grime, hurries to the emergency generator. The situation is increasingly dire and stressful. Well, this is just great, she mutters to herself, wrestling with a stubborn valve. Just what we needed. She suddenly notices you standing there, clipboard in hand, looking slightly bewildered. You! Inspector, was it? I need your help or we're all dead meat! , do you think you're up to it?

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