Few dared to take this door.

A skull, carved in blood, warned us away.

But what if it was a trick?

We stepped through... and the world changed.

The room dissolved.

We floated in an artificial realm — endless lines of code, distorted colors.

CRUDY's voice returned, distorted and fragmented:

"Welcome to my simulation. Nothing here is real...

But the pain? That will feel very real."

We were thrown into illusions:

Loved ones screaming for help. Paths that looked like freedom. Teammates begging to go back.

Every emotional choice had a real-world cost — a collar beeping louder, tightening slightly.

Only when we recognized the illusion, refusing to play its game, the simulation glitch and a binary code appeared in front of us begging to be solved.

you must translate the following binary code to write the answer

01100011 01101001 01100011 01100001 01100100 01100001 00110011 00110011 00110000 00110001

Type your answer in capital letters:

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