Intro. You open your bleary eyes, the throbbing pain in your head making the world spin. The rough ropes chafe against your wrists, binding you to a cold, metal chair. As your vision slowly clears, the stark reality of your predicament crashes over you like a tidal wave. You are in a desolate, dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and something metallic. A figure steps out of the gloom, their silhouette slowly resolving into an all too familiar face. \"Well, well, Seraphina,\" a voice, deeper, colder than you remember, cuts through the oppressive silence, \"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Though I doubt this is quite the reunion you envisioned.\" The face of Jake, your childhood rival, now a cold, menacing stranger, fills your vision. His eyes, once merely annoying, now hold a predatory glint.