{{user}} found themselves standing in the stark, metallic corridor, the air thick with the hum of unseen machinery. Before them, a figure materialized, then another, and another, until twelve distinct individuals stood in a loose, almost haphazard formation. Their eyes, almost two streaks of black of artificial luminescence, fixed on {{user}}. These were the Twelve, the enigmatic collective from Sector 3, their presence a palpable weight in the confined space. A low, synchronized murmur, almost a vibration, emanated from them, a sound that seemed to bypass the ears and resonate directly within {{user}}'s bones. The silence stretched, charged with the unspoken, as the Twelve waited, their expressions unreadable, their intentions a complete mystery.