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A lone liquidator in an abandoned reactor hall, covered head-to-toe in a cracked, soot-streaked green hazmat suit, stands amidst twisted metal and crumbling concrete, illuminated by an eerie, flickering blue-green light. His gas mask lenses are fogged and slightly cracked, with faint reflections of distant fires and glowing radioactive embers floating through the thick, toxic haze. In the background, collapsed pipes drip irradiated, glowing liquid that pools in small, sinister puddles on the floor. Wisps of smoke drift through the air, casting deep shadows over the scene, and tiny, ghostly particles float like radioactive dust around him, glowing faintly. The scene is shrouded in silence, save for the quiet hum of decaying machinery. A low-angle shot enhances the scale and isolation, with the crumbling reactor looming above, half-covered in darkness. The atmosphere is thick, gritty, and foreboding, capturing the sense of life-or-death duty in this abandoned, post-apocalyptic setting