Rumi, chest-deep in rising icy floodwaters, presses the radio to her lips with trembling hands. Her breaths are ragged and fog in the cold air as she whispers frantically into the device, voice cracking with fear and vulnerability. Ominous rumbles wallow around her as the chamber walls continue to grind closer, amplifying the prison-like tension. Faint static crackles from the radio. The camera...
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