Your allies break out into hives and their breathing is getting heavy but...they're not going to die any time soon.
>You have beaten the PURIFIER!

You collapse to the ground. You cdidd You cdddd'.tt. ddittttddddiddd. Hahr. Haha. You're smiling. You can't stop smiling. Pink tears stain your cheeks.
you won.
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[CONNECTIONG BREAKING IN 3...]

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[CONNECTION BROKEN.]

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You are now Naomi. The last five minutes have been a complete blur of violence and, well, you can confidently say it was far more enjoyable than waiting in that boring hotel room you were in.

You can hardly see anything in front of you. The traitor's last feeble attack has done one thing: It has cut off any direct line of sight you had with the others.
Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. No one's dead, even if they realistically should with this level of K-Corp Erasure Gas in the air.

No. It's that you haven't heard anything from Nicole after that last attack she must've thrown. You doubt anyone else could've molded so many pounds of metal into an attack like that.

You check your guns. All you have is five anti-anomaly rounds and seven rifle ammo.
You don't like where this is going. You can hear the others celebrating their victory (even if they cough every other word) but your instincts are telling you it's not quite over left.

"Everyone. Search for Nicole." You yell out your order. "Save your celebrations until we can confirm her status."
"You're making it sound like something happened to her." Max awkwardly laughs. The poor girl tries her best to play dumb but you can hear it in her voice. She knows.
"Wait, yeah, where is she?" Maruyama mutters to himself.

"Comrades. Search for her!" Dasha, that poor soldier, relays your order again to anyone who didn't hear.
Everyone moves to search for the leader behind this operation. You have to give her props - If she was truly trying to kill the CEO, she was damn close.

You could sense it was holding onto some lingering trace of life essence but the others won't help it. No one will shed a tear for that traitor.

It doesn't take long for you to find your leader. She's barely able to prop her body off of the floor with her hands. She refuses to look up even as you approach her. Her hair has gotten so long that it drapes onto the floor like a curtain.

Her body is shivering like she's crashing down from the greatest high someone could experience.
Your other associates move in to check on her. They try to say something to get her attention but she's not acknowledging them. Odd. She's usually the type to dote on the freaks and fools she's gathered. Though you're a fool too for working with her. Ha.

"i won. i WON. I WON! I WON!" She beats her hands- no. Hooves. They're melded together into one collective mass of keratin.