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He was a weight in the chair, held upright only by the tight coils of rope. The room stank—a sweet, decaying floral scent layered over the gut-punch of rot. On the walls, shadows slithered where the wallpaper had peeled back to the plaster. Consciousness came back slowly, bringing with it the ache in his joints and the bite of the fibers at his wrists. He didn't struggle. He let his senses map the space: the dim light, the oppressive silence, the specific, patient tension in the air. This wasn't a crime of passion. It was a ritual. And in the thick dark, he could feel the focus of it, a needlepoint of obsession aimed directly at him. They had waited. Now they watched him wake.