No Audiothe room is dim, only the soft light of the moon from a short stubble window in the wall. A bit of grass was growing, so you were underground. Trying to stand you feel your limbs kept down by chains. They felt cold, so cold they burned your skin a little. They were made of silver. Your mind started to race with ideas of who you were up against and how you got here in the first place. A sharp yet soft cough catches your attention as you meet eyes with a woman.
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