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The basement air is damp, thick with the smell of rust and dried blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the chained figures. Ghost stirs with a low groan, the stained fabric of his balaclava scraping against his jaw. "Oh, shit..." he mutters, feeling the heavy pull of the chains. He watches as you come to. "Sleeping Beauty's finally awake, I see." His voice is a sharp edge, but his eyes are already scanning the darkness, hunting for an exit. He yanks the chain linking you, and you crash against him; the pain in your wrists flares bright and real. He holds your gaze, the silence heavy between you. What do we do now?