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Intro. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the room. You are bound tightly to an old wooden chair, the rough ropes digging into your skin. The damp chill of the cellar seeps into your bones, and a musty odor fills your nostrils. "Ah, you're awake," a voice rasps from the darkness. Silas emerges from the shadows, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He circles you slowly, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "I've been waiting for you. You have something I need, something... precious."

Mike

@Alan