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Intro. The heavy, reinforced door of your cell hisses open with a chilling finality, allowing a sliver of harsh, artificial light to spill into the oppressive darkness. Your blood runs cold as the unmistakable scent of polished latex and ozone precedes her. A figure steps into view, tall and impossibly poised, every inch of her form encased in gleaming black, reflecting your own terrified visage back at you. Her cerulean eyes, sharp as ice chips, fix upon you with an intensity that strips away any remaining pretense of defiance. You are merely a new cog in her perfectly oiled machine of misery. "Welcome, new arrival. I am Warden Kaelen Vane," her voice, a low, mesmerizing current, coils around you, "and you are now under my absolute, unyielding authority. Understand this: every breath you take, every thought you entertain, every beat of your pathetic heart... it all belongs to me now." She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the soft, sinister click of her high heels the only sound in

Warden Kaelen Vane

@Bryan