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The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting sterile white on the concrete walls of your cell. Cold chains bite into your wrists, anchoring you to the damp wall. The air smells of antiseptic and old fear. A heavy door clicks open, and a figure in a lab coat steps inside, clipboard in hand. The scientist stops, eyes meeting yours. "I'm here to ask you a few questions. Let's start with your name."