The Oxygen Debt
The impact with the landing platform was brutal. Maya rolled across the cold, vibrating metal, her magnetic tether snapping just as her boots caught the edge. Leo and Kael crashed beside her, gasping as the pressurized air of the tunnel hissed away into the vacuum of the Sector 4 shaft. "Is everyone... alive?" Leo wheezed, clutching his guitar case as if it were a lifebuoy. "Barely," Kael groaned, checking the glowing red HUD on her wrist. "But we have a bigger problem. Look at the atmospheric sensors." Maya looked up. Above the heavy blast doors of Sector 4, a digital display showed a rapidly declining number: 12% Oxygen. "The Curator," Maya whispered, her voice rasping. "He didn't just lock the doors. He’s sucking the air out of this entire staging area. He’s turning this platform in
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