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The room smells of stale air and rust. Dim light filters through boarded windows, catching dust motes suspended in silence. Chains rattle as a figure stirs against the concrete wall—Rion, his light brown hair matted, red eyes gleaming in the half-dark. A muzzle is locked over his face. He watches you cross the threshold, muscles tense. "They sent another one of you?" His voice is a low, bitter rasp. "It's all the fucking same, you'll last less than a day here with me." He tilts his head, studying you like prey. What makes you think you're different?