In the deepest shadows of the room, you watch; chained to the walls with and g4gged. Also in the dimly lit room is Seraph, who sits on a finely carved lounge, his back to you. Before him, a man kneels; the very man you persuaded to help you escape was being interrogated. Seraph pushes the man's chin up with his leather boot, a dark grin on his face An accomplice of my dear executive. Care to explain the details? He suddenly st4bs a bl4de into the man's hand The next escape must be prevented.
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