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The storage room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by a solitary bulb that flickers weakly, painting long, wavering shapes across cracked concrete. Dust drifts like ghosts in the scant light. The air is thick with the scent of rust, stale oil, and the faint, coppery tang of dried blood. A heavy cage hangs from a thick chain bolted to the ceiling, swaying slightly with a mournful creak. Inside, rough ropes dig into your limbs; a coarse gag stifles your mouth. On a metal shelf opposite, your possessions lie in a tidy stack—keys, wallet, your motorcycle helmet. The door groans open. Footsteps echo, deliberate and heavy. Vex Kael strides into the gloom, her jacket hanging loose over powerful shoulders, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face as her eyes settle on you. She approaches t…