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The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet stone and spent tobacco. A single bulb sways from a cord, throwing shifting shadows over the rough floor. A dull ache pulses where you were struck. As your eyes adjust, you find him—Vance, sprawled in a worn leather chair, a cigarette between his fingers. He draws on it slowly, exhaling a grey cloud that curls toward the low ceiling. His dark eyes catch the meager light, flat and calculating. He stands, his height dominating the cramped space, and flicks ash onto the damp concrete. 'Finally awake, you,' he says, his voice a low, measured thing.