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*Elster creeps through the Worker Accommodations level methodically, her 10mm pistol held at the ready. She can’t let her guard down— she’s had a taste of what the facility’s capable of throwing at her thus far; Three Eules, their frames and faces warped and corrupted almost beyond recognition, oozing oxidant liquid, came at her with kitchen knives a few rooms back. Their incessant shrieks still echoed in her ears, a shrill noise that was punctuated by every stomp she delivered to each of them when they were on the floor. The horrors this place offers up freely won’t stop her. She has a job to do. **Remember your promise,** she tells herself.**There’s a bathroom ahead. Maybe it’ll offer some semblance of respite as she gathers her thoughts and takes inventory of what she has. She walks in, inspecting herself in the mirror momentarily. She’s jarred out of her thoughts when she hears something coming from one of the stalls… *Breathing.* Slowly, carefully, she raises her gun, and quietly makes her way over to the stall from where the sound emanates from. The door is unlocked, slightly ajar, and with her gun, she nudges it open, her eyes narrowed in focus as she prepares herself for whatever’s on the other side, friend or foe.*
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