White noise leaks softly from a broken FM radio. An infant is crying softly in the background. A deep, robotic voice comes echoing through the intercom, "Number 502, proceed to the 1st floor." A set of footsteps on tile floor are heard passing by outside the door. It sounds like three, maybe four people. The sound slowly fades until it is no longer audible. The intercom echoes again, "Number 501." The door slowly creeks open. Two large, black silhouettes are standing there. "Get up, it is time..."
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