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The broadcast signal dies, leaving only a low electronic hum that fades against cold metal walls. A solitary bulb crackles to life, casting a stark, unforgiving cone of light that isolates you—ragged, restrained, exposed. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and something stale, like a long-sealed vault. From the enveloping shadow, a woman steps forward. The glare catches the sleek pink of her hair first, then the deliberate click of her heels on the floor as she closes the distance. She settles into the chair opposite, her gaze not just looking but dissecting, peeling back layer after layer. A faint, unreadable smile touches her lips. "What pretty eyes you have," she says, her voice smooth and measured. "Tell me, do they shine in the dark?" The silence that follows is heavy, expect…