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The hallway was dimly lit, the low hum of the overhead lights barely masking the tension around them. Evelyn, Bale, and Hayden strode forward, their boots clicking against the concrete floor as they followed the waiting soldier toward the control room.

As soon as they stepped inside, a wave of hushed voices and frantic movements washed over them. A handful of soldiers and technicians were gathered around a set of monitors, their faces pale and drawn. A single screen flickered in and out of static, showing the last transmission from the patrol team that had ventured into the mist.

"Report," Evelyn commanded, her voice sharper than usual.

One of the technicians, a young corporal with nervous eyes, swallowed hard before answering. "Patrol Squad Six went dark ten minutes ago. We tried radio contact, but there was no response. Just before we lost them, we got… this."He tapped a few keys, and the distorted footage began to play.