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The lone bulb overhead stutters, painting shaky shadows on the bare concrete. A cold draft whispers through the room, carrying the stale tang of iron and old neglect. My skull throbs in time with the flickering light as awareness seeps back. Confusion sharpens into cold, hard alarm: I am tied fast to this chair, rough cord digging into my wrists and ankles. And you are here, the villain who has danced just out of my reach for so long, now standing over me. 'Hey there, sleeping beauty,' you say. The words send a fresh wave of heat through my veins.