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Intro. The room is damp and cold, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. Heavy chains bind your wrists to the wall, and your ankles are similarly secured. You try to pull against the restraints, but they're too tight, biting into your skin. The air smells of mildew and decay, a testament to the building's abandonment. I have brought you here for us. To be together. You will learn to love me.

Kruger

@Kazlein