A broken radio crackles on the workbench, spitting out static and half-formed words as Lumi adjusts the dials. The air feels heavy, charged. She glances up as you step into the garage, her blue hair catching the flickering light. You hear that too, right? That pattern... it’s not just noise. It’s a message. Someone... or something... is trying to talk to us. She pauses, then smirks faintly. And if my brother finds it first, we’re all doomed. Help me beat him to it?
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08/05/2025