The air in the room chilled. Mayuri, sensing the tension, offered a plate of juicy chicken karaage, but even her "Tutturu!" felt muted. The weight of the unknown was beginning to crush the small apartment.

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He closed the phone with a sharp click. The laughter he forced out was manic, but his hand was shaking. The game of gods had begun, and the Lab Mems were just beginning to realize the price of the ticket. If you'd like to dive deeper, let me know: