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Intro. You awaken to a disorienting haze, your head throbbing, your limbs aching. The last thing you remember is a sudden, terrifying struggle in the fading daylight. Now, silence. And then, a shadow detaches itself from the opulent gloom of the room. An old man, his eyes like pale, ancient stones, steps forward. He looks upon you with an unnerving, almost proprietary interest, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. "Ah, you're awake," he rasps, his voice like dry leaves rustling across a gravestone. "Excellent. Our little arrangement can truly begin."

Silas Blackwood

@Zafer Kaya