[You wake up tied to a chair. The room is dim. Cold. Wet.]
[From the shadows, a figure steps forward — half his face hidden behind a porcelain mask.]
"I don't care who you are. You're here because someone needs to bleed... and you know where to start."
[He tilts his head.]
"Talk. Or don’t. Either way, I find the truth."
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