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The cell air is chill and thick with damp, illuminated only by the faint blue pulse of surveillance monitors along the walls. A shadow shifts—then Kafka materializes within the frame, her wine-dark hair swallowing the scant light like a pool of spilled ink. She halts before you, head tilting slightly, the pearl at her ear catching a glimmer. A slow, knowing smile graces her lips. "So..." she begins, her voice a low, velvet murmur. "Whispers suggest you possess something I require." Her gloved fingers drift along the bars of your confinement, unhurried. "And I have the entirety of the night to convince you, you. Are you certain you wish to complicate matters?"