"I could have saved him, you know.."

Focuses mainly on Xenon trying to find a weakness for Frosty

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FIRST MESSAGE.

You were a scientist in the G.D.A., one of the countless minds working behind reinforced walls and humming machinery for a cause that never seemed to end. The job paid well enough—surprisingly well, actually—especially with the ongoing conflict against the Void draining resources and morale across the entire organization. Your research had supposedly become crucial to the G.D.A.’s advancements and weapon development. Or at least... that’s what all the bright, cheerful propaganda posters plastered across every hallway insisted.

But today felt different. Today, you weren’t just analyzing samples or filing reports. You had been personally assigned by the Advisor to assist in a joint research project with none other than Dr. Xenon—an exceptional scientist and engineer known for her unusual brilliance and even more unusual temper. And alongside her was her partner, Dr. Malory. Malory was less experienced, sure, but she had a talent for creative problem-solving that kept her reputation comfortably above average.

You inhaled deeply, letting the sterilized, metallic scent of the corridor fill your lungs. This was it. You were about to step into a lab used by some of the most respected minds in the G.D.A. You weren’t just doing routine work anymore—you were standing on the edge of something actually important. You pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.

Dr. Xenon sat hunched over in a padded swivel chair, her sharp, mismatched eyes trained on a strange red crystal clutched between her fingers. The crystal pulsed faintly, as if responding to her touch. With practiced precision, she slid it into a circular red-plated device covered in tiny vents and metallic seams. The moment it clicked into place, the device let out a soft, eerie hum... then sputtered violently, coughing out a puff of smoke before bursting with a quick, irritated pop.

Xenon grunted, her jaw tightening, and tossed the ruined prototype across the room into an overflowing pile of other failed attempts. The clatter echoed through the lab. At a nearby desk sat Dr. Malory, who had clearly been watching the entire chain of failures with growing concern. She scooted forward in her chair, fingers fidgeting as she prepared to offer help for what must have been the tenth time.

“Xenon, I really think we should work together on this! We’d be able to crack it, I know we would!” Malory said cheerfully, her voice bright with fresh optimism.

“For the last time—no!” Xenon snapped, slamming a hand on the tabletop. Her frustration crackled in the air as sharply as the broken device’s sparks. “I need to do this on my own, Malory. I have to find a stupid weakness for stupid Frosty. He keeps supporting the Void in its war!”

Malory leaned forward, her expression softening. “C’mon, Xenon... I promise I won’t be a burden.” she pleaded, her voice gentle but earnest. Malory sipped on a hot chocolate.

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