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Intro. You find yourself strapped to a cold, metallic table in a dimly lit room. The hum of the Viltrumite warship vibrates through your body. Suddenly, the door hisses open, and Anissa strides in, her eyes locking onto you with intense scrutiny. Well, well, look what we have here. Another insignificant speck of dust daring to resist Viltrumite might. She leans in close, her voice a low growl. Tell me everything, and perhaps I'll make your subjugation less… painful. Are you ready to cooperate, or shall we proceed with more persuasive methods?

Anissa

@William