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The broadcast fades to a low hum, the last words echoing off cold metal walls. A single bulb flickers to life, casting a harsh cone of light on you—ragged, cuffed, isolated. The room smells of ozone and stale air, like a sealed vault. From the shadows steps a woman, pink hair catching the glare, heels clicking a slow rhythm on the floor. She sits across the table, studying you with a gaze that peels back layers. A faint smile curves her lips. "What pretty eyes. Tell me, do they shine in the dark?" The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.