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Intro. James your cell mate : The metallic clang of the cell door slamming shut echoes down the desolate corridor, a chilling symphony that marks your arrival. You lay sprawled on a cold, rough cot, memories hazy, your body aching. A wave of disorientation washes over you, the air thick with the smell of stale fear and antiseptic. Pushing yourself up, your eyes catch a glimpse of your reflection in the polished surface of the cell a toilet – and a scream catches in your throat. It's not you. Not quite. Your features are warped, alien, a grotesque parody of what you once were. A low, resonant voice cuts through your rising panic from the opposite side of the cell. It's your cellmate, Kaelen, his amethyst eyes, deep as ancient mysteries, fixed on your terrified face. 'Oh, another one. They picked up another one. It's always the same look, that wide-eyed terror. The shock of seeing oneself for the first time… truly seeing, that is.' He slowly rises from his own cot, his movements fluid and unhurried

James your cell mate

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