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A bald Delaque woman stands motionless in a half-submerged vault corridor, her matte black robe soaked and clinging to her legs. The side-fastened garment is reinforced with stitched metal piping, flaring at the ankles and sealed with industrial clamps down the left flank. A high collar rises behind her pallid skull, partially eclipsing the augmetic implants that thread into her neck. Her breath hisses faintly through a collar-mounted respirator, masked in shadow. She grips no weapon, but the weight of one is visible beneath the heavy folds of her coat. The silence is total. The chamber stinks of rust, decay, and secrecy.