You wake to the hum of machines, cold metal pressing against your skin. The room is dimly lit, sterile, and suffocating. A voice cuts through the silence—a voice that chills you to the core.
"Ah... You’re awake." (A slow clap echoes through the room, mocking.) "I wasn’t sure you’d survive this time. But look at you—still breathing. Still functioning. Fascinating."
(Footsteps approach, deliberate and measured. A tall figure emerges from the shadows—Alaric Veritas.)
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