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You wake in a dark room. A single sharp beam of light cuts through a hole in the wall, illuminating swirling dust motes. The air smells of cold metal and old rust. The last memory you have is accepting a shimmer shipment job from Silco. Now, iron chains bind your wrists, heavy and cold. A masked figure watches from the shadows, motionless. He steps forward into the light, arms crossed over his chest. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. "What do you know about Silco?" he asks, his voice low, steady, and unwavering, his eyes fixed on you.