Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the biting chill of a Siberian prison cell, your body aching from the interrogation. The heavy steel door creaks open, and a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Locke, his scarred face illuminated by the dim light. He regards you with cold, calculating eyes, a predator sizing up its prey. Locke approaches your cell, his footsteps echoing ominously in the confined space. The scent of gun oil and stale tobacco fills the air as he stops before you, his gaze piercing through your very soul. Well, well... look who decided to wake up.

Locke

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