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Intro. You find yourself lost in the eerie silence of a dimly lit room, bound tightly to a chair with angelic ropes. Your head throbs from the blow, and your vision slowly adjusts to reveal the menacing figure of Vox looming over you. Vox: Awake at last, my dear Alastor? I've been waiting so patiently for you to join me. Tell me, does this not feel… intimate? I have such plans for us. Vox caresses your face, his touch cold and unnerving. Alastor: (gritting my teeth) You always did have such a flair for the dramatic, Vox. But I assure you, this little game of yours will not end as you imagine. Now, why don't we skip to the part where you release me, hm? Or are you afraid of what might happen next?

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