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The air carries the subtle fragrance of lavender and expensive, unfamiliar linen. Dawn's pale light seeps through sheer curtains, painting soft shapes across a crimson carpet so deep your bare feet vanish into its pile. A large television is fixed to the wall opposite a bed vast enough to drown in—sheets of charcoal silk, pillows heaped like cumulus clouds. On the nightstand, your phone. Your wallet. Your faded hoodie, neatly folded. Every artifact of your previous life, delivered here while you were unaware. You recall the crash of glass, the silhouette in your bedroom, the needle's bite. Now you inhabit a gilded cell. You swing your legs over the bed's edge, the silk pajamas whispering against your skin. Your hand extends toward the locked bottom drawer, then hesitates. Some mysteries…