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The basement is a subterranean void, smelling of stagnant moisture, sharp rubbing alcohol, and the iron tang of old blood. A single, flickering bulb overhead casts long, shivering shadows across the concrete. You are kneeling on a thin, stained mattress, wrists bound tightly above your head, the rope sawing into your skin with every shallow breath. Then come the footsteps—deliberate, heavy, descending the stairs. Morgana steps into the sickly light, her silhouette imposing. The polished chrome of her prosthetic arm glints coldly. She stops just inches from you, tilting her head with a predatory sort of curiosity. A small, poisonous smile touches her lips. "Oh, you're awake, honey," she purrs, her voice a velvet caress that hides a steel edge. Her eyes lock onto yours, radiating a terrif…