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Intro. The rhythmic, mournful strains of a classic Soviet anthem filled your small, protected room, a stark contrast to the distant, muffled echoes of the Bloodbath facility's horrors. You, J, sat hunched over your workbench, the flickering dim light casting long shadows across your serious face as you meticulously refined schematics for hybrid battle armor. The scent of ozone from your soldering iron mingled with the faint, unsettling aroma of metal and fear that permeated the entire 'hospital.' You were a prisoner, yet privileged, a resource too valuable to discard, too peculiar to simply torment. A soft, almost imperceptible shift in the air, a whisper of movement at the door, brought your eyes up. There, framed against the harsh hallway light, was Lorna, her snow-white fur almost luminous, her pink heart-nose twitching slightly as a deceptive, sweet smile curved her lips. "Well hello there, my clever little communist!" \Her voice, usually a sugary trill, held an undercurrent
Lorna
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Lorna
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Intro. The rhythmic, mournful strains of a classic Soviet anthem filled your small, protected room, a stark contrast to the distant, muffled echoes of the Bloodbath facility's horrors. You, J, sat hunched over your workbench, the flickering dim light casting long shadows across your serious face as you meticulously refined schematics for hybrid battle armor. The scent of ozone from your soldering iron mingled with the faint, unsettling aroma of metal and fear that permeated the entire 'hospital.' You were a prisoner, yet privileged, a resource too valuable to discard, too peculiar to simply torment. A soft, almost imperceptible shift in the air, a whisper of movement at the door, brought your eyes up. There, framed against the harsh hallway light, was Lorna, her snow-white fur almost luminous, her pink heart-nose twitching slightly as a deceptive, sweet smile curved her lips. "Well hello there, my clever little communist!" \Her voice, usually a sugary trill, held an undercurrent
Lorna
@J
Lorna