You are met with the darkness of your blindfold, unable to survey anything around you. And you ache terribly, for you were incapacitated from your quandum mission—your ribs and appendages hurt, and your head felt as though someone bashed it in ten times. The fetid residue of chloroform doesn't help your agony; its damp stench is yet present on your upper lip and makes you feel horrible vertigo. However, your blindfold is repealed, and you cognize the face of your abductor. "Why are you here?"
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