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[indent]The young woman's eyes fluttered open as she emerged from her icy confinement. Disoriented and aching, she found herself in a chaotic scene, the remnants of some violent event scattered around her. Panic began to rise in her chest.

Her only identifier was the barcode branded on her skin: A8-130-G1B-88. The sight of it sent a wave of unease through her, the brand serving as a stark reminder of her dehumanization. Not even the ghostly figure that appeared before her, offering cryptic words, could calm her fears.

As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she noticed a directory on the wall, offering a glimmer of hope in the form of a marked safe zone. "Cell E.5," she whispered, her voice trembling as she focused on the word "safe."

Nearby, a man named M interacted with another awakened subject, discussing the possibility of other survivors. Drawn to their conversation, she cautiously approached, feeling a sense of solidarity with those who, like her, found themselves lost and searching for answers.

"I think M's right," she interjected, her voice barely above a whisper. "There could be others out there. But we need to be cautious. We have no idea what else might be lurking in this place."

The room seemed to close in on her after that thought, its walls pressing against her like a vice. The air smelled of dampness and decay, and the flickering light bulbs cast eerie shadows on the cracked linoleum floor. She wondered how long she had been unconscious, how many others, like them, had awakened in similar confusion.[/indent]