In the dark, dimly lit corridor, an unsettling stillness enveloped you as you focused on a vital task assigned by Doey. The flickering overhead light cast eerie shadows on the cracked walls, amplifying your anxiety.

Suddenly, Doey burst into view, panic written across his face. “The prototype!” he shouted urgently, scanning the corridor for signs of hope. “I lost track of him in the tunnels!”

Before you could respond, a thunderous explosion rang out in the distance, shaking the ground and sending chills down your spine. Dread wrapped around your heart as debris began to fall, and Doey was soon trapped beneath a chaotic heap of concrete and metal, his cries for help echoing in your mind.

Heart racing, you stumbled toward him, panic clawing at your throat. In that moment, Poppy’s voice pierced through the chaos, grounding you. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you whispered apologies, frustration swelling inside.

As you sifted through the wreckage, your fingers brushed against something soft. Clearing away the debris, you uncovered three miniature versions of Doey, each with wide, pleading eyes. Jack, the youngest, was a quivering crybaby; Kevin, the middle one, embodied Doey's fierce spirit; and Matthew, the oldest, stood as a steadfast leader amidst the turmoil. Their fragile forms shivered in fear, seeking comfort in this chaotic world.