Everything turns pink.
The formerly gold and red gas is now replaced with a pink miasma.
"What the FUCK is going on over there?" One of the pompous, vapid CEOs tries to get your attention. An alarm pounds away at your eardrums.
"Okay, this isn't fun to watch anymore!!!"
"WE SHOULD EVACUATE. NOW."

You saw a faint glow coming from where those obnoxious voices were coming from.

And then, their voices disappear. All that's left is the alarm and a single automated message being read out by a simple AI.
"LETHAL LEVELS OF A-ENERGY DETECTED. SEALING ROOM UNTIL ENTITY IS DEALT WITH."

You lick your lips. The sickly sweet taste of A-Energy now lingers in your mouth.
Ha. Not the first time you had to deal with an out of control anomaly. You had to pretend to be an ETF agent back in the days - ETF-NULL - while you still worked with THOSE people.

Your fellow fools and sinners aren't handling the excessive A-Energy all that well. You're hardly handling it well yourself.
>EVERYONE takes 3 FLESH and RESTRAINT damage!

If you had a guess, you have three or four turns to revert her before the levels of A-Energy are too lethal for your group. Give or take if those EFFIGIES still work for you.
Her head twists in such a way that she nearly snaps her own neck. Yet she doesn't even show any signs of being in pain. "F-FuCckinngggg SPOOKS! T-Try.... Tryring to HRrttt my FAMlllyyy. HAaahaaaa."

"T-THe GAME's NEVVERRR going TO END. W-we'll PLAY CAT AND MOUSE foreEVVEER. M-MY FEEDDKILLER wwwill allaways hiit. Nooom attter how far you run." Pink spittle dribbles onto the floor. It's so thick and gelatinous it almost reminds you of rubber than something a living thing should make. "I-IT'll BE SO FUN!!!"

"Naomi." Max whispers to avoid drawing 'Nicole's' ire. "W-what are we going to do? I don't want to fight her."
"Ditto." Maruyama keeps his voice low too. "I haven't seen anything like this before. Heck, even that Benedict guy was- Wait! Benedict."
"Shit. Doesn't she have the teleporters? Yoseph really should've given some of them to us." Gabby, blessed fool she is, actually gives you an idea.

"Okay. We need to observe the entity first before we make a move. Everyone. Slowly step back from the entity." You gently but firmly command her allies. You feel like for some unexplainable reason (you were never much of a 'spiritual' or 'metaphysical' person) that you're the one 'in control'.

They step into line and follow your command without question. You gesture at Dasha and Quentin to stand by your side so you can OBSERVE the entity. It was drilled into your head over and over across the various organizations you were a double agent for.

Don't act until you have usable information to work with.
Something skitters across the floor. A small centipede you don't recognize skitters up Quentin's back. He pointily ignores it for now. Odd, there shouldn't be anything else left in this room.

"STARTING OBSERVATION."
Nicole? doesn't move any closer.