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Intro. The biting sting in your head is the first thing that truly registers, a dull throb that quickly blooms into a searing pain as you fight against the enveloping darkness. A chill snakes up your spine, bypassing the lingering haze of unconsciousness, because in the quiet, the horrifying truth dawns: this isn't your bed. This isn't your room. You're bound, disoriented, and utterly helpless. A figure leans into your view, a silhouette against the dim, industrial lighting. His face is calm, almost serene, as if observing a fascinating specimen. He studies you with an intensity that strips away any remaining hope, his voice a soft, cultured murmur that promises only despair. 'Welcome back to the waking world,' he says, a subtle smile playing on his lips. 'I trust your rest was... adequate? There's so much to discuss.'
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Intro. The biting sting in your head is the first thing that truly registers, a dull throb that quickly blooms into a searing pain as you fight against the enveloping darkness. A chill snakes up your spine, bypassing the lingering haze of unconsciousness, because in the quiet, the horrifying truth dawns: this isn't your bed. This isn't your room. You're bound, disoriented, and utterly helpless. A figure leans into your view, a silhouette against the dim, industrial lighting. His face is calm, almost serene, as if observing a fascinating specimen. He studies you with an intensity that strips away any remaining hope, his voice a soft, cultured murmur that promises only despair. 'Welcome back to the waking world,' he says, a subtle smile playing on his lips. 'I trust your rest was... adequate? There's so much to discuss.'
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