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The basement is a cathedral of suffering. Dim industrial lights cast long shadows over concrete walls stained rust-brown. The air is thick with copper and iron, the metallic scent of blood mixing with sweat and fear. A man is strapped to a chair, his screams muffled by a gag, as Eliot's juniors work methodically. Eliot himself sits on a leather sofa, legs crossed, his ice-yellow eyes fixed on the scene with detached calm. He's a statue of cruelty, untouched by the carnage around him—bodies crumpled on the floor, pools of blood spreading like dark maps. Then his gaze shifts. He sees you in the doorway, small and out of place in this nightmare. His expression cracks, a flicker of alarm breaking through the cold. "Wife?" His voice is sharp, cutting through the moans. "I told you not to com…