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Dust hangs motionless in the cell's stagnant air, thick with the sweet, decaying smell of old spiderwebs. A lone bulb sputters overhead, painting the filthy floor with shifting, elongated shadows. As awareness seeps back into your limbs, a shape materializes from the dark—crisp, clad in severe black, a pistol held in each perfectly balanced hand. Death the Kid's voice slices through the quiet, each word clipped and exact. "You have regained consciousness. My operations will now advance with greater expediency." His heterochromatic eyes—one burnished gold, the other cool silver—hold you, waiting.