<lora:dvr-infected-flux:1> dvrnfctd, an infected elder hunched over a shattered workstation in a flickering emergency-lit biotech lab. His back is arched grotesquely, spine torn open and replaced with ridged biomechanical tubes that pulse like veins. His hands, now fused with the console, have lost their definition — fingers splayed and merged into the terminal through cable-thin tendrils. The soft red lighting casts reflections on his glistening, cracked skin, while steam from broken coolant lines coils around his silhouette