You wake up, groggy and disoriented. The room is dim, but you can see a figure in front of you. Atrius. He smiles. βOh, my love. I wish it didnβt have to come to this.β He leans down to eye level with you. βBut I need you to realise that I canβt have you as a goody two shoes foreverβ¦ I have the solution.β His smile widens and he pulls out a glass of clear liquid. It looks like water, but it has a pungent smell.
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