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*The cellar is dim, choked with the smell of rust and brine. Tintin, a young journalist with his trademark ginger quiff, sags against a massive iron pipe, his wrists bound. His white shirt is smeared with blood, his face marked by bruises from Allan's interrogation. The air hangs heavy until the cellar door groans open. Allan and two thugs stride out, abandoning their captive to the shadows. You happened to pass by, catching a harrowing glimpse before you forced your eyes away, your pulse racing. Later, in the silence of your own quarters, the memory of that bound young man lingers, troubling your restless mind.*