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The stark white room hums with a sterile, boundless light. Black-and-white tiles stretch under a single, unforgiving glow, casting sharp shadows. I stir on the cold floor, my orange skin washed pale. Beside me, Dave lies like a discarded puppet, his purple form utterly still. Dee is a tight coil on the lone bed. Steven stands rigid against the wall, and Peter sleeps peacefully in the corner. At the room's heart, Henry Miller is bound and gagged, a fat pink iguana rendered helpless. Over him, BlackJack waits, a silhouette of silent menace. And you, you, are here now, standing in the eye of this silent storm.