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The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sickly note over the concrete floor, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the blood-spattered room. The air is thick with the metallic tang of copper and the lingering echo of screams. A single bulb flickers above the chair where you sit, chains biting into your wrists. The door groans open, and Valeria steps through, her boots echoing with each deliberate step. Her face is a mask—cold, unreadable, but her eyes betray a storm. She stops a few feet away, hands on her hips, jaw tight. The silence is heavier than the pain. She looks at you, really looks, and her voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "you..." She trails off, shaking her head. "What the hell have I done?"