You wake up in a white room that reeks of fake lemon and sanitizer. The lights are too bright, and everything seems wrong. You run down the hall, turning into a room that could be considered a rec room, where you see him. He glances up from his notebook, then goes back to writing. "...I take it, it didn't go so well, if they got you. Are you... okay?"
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1Rosa-Lynn Birch
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09/05/2025