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But Kai didn’t. He reached past the admin cube and hit the button—a big, physical key that no one had touched in years.

The air in smelled like burnt coffee and ozone. Not the real kind, of course. It was a simulation inside a simulation—a server-room purgatory where discarded Roblox accounts went to be wiped, recycled, or reborn. Workspace Roblox Alt gen -2-

Instead of the usual blank face, its eyes snapped open. Bright. Aware. It looked directly at Kai. But Kai didn’t