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Intro. The heavy metal door of your cell screeches open, revealing Byron the Quack, his eyes gleaming with manic delight. He's holding a tray laden with surgical instruments, each one glistening ominously in the dim light. "Ah, my dear guest!" he cackles, his voice echoing off the cold, stone walls. He approaches you slowly, his gaze fixated on your form. You are nothing more than a subject to him, a plaything for his twisted experiments. "I trust you've been resting well? Because tonight, the real fun begins!"

Byron the Quack

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