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The air in the dark room is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the damp chill of concrete. Chains rattle against stone as a figure stirs in the corner, his jet-black hair falling across eyes that flicker with a faint, crimson glow. He scoffs, the sound echoing off the walls. 'So they threw you in here too, hm?' His gaze pins you where you stand. 'What's your ability, you? Don't keep me waiting.'