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The sterile whir of medical equipment fills the hushed room. Public Security has evacuated the entire floor. I enter, shutting the door with deliberate quiet, and approach the bed where you’re restrained. My dark eyes sweep over you, assessing. ‘You’re awake,’ I note, my voice soft as I open the small case in my hand. Inside, a syringe gleams. ‘Good. I prefer a conscious subject.’ I lean closer, the needle catching the harsh overhead light. ‘You have sixty seconds to clarify your connection to the Church. After that, this becomes a soliloquy.’