[SCENE: DIMLY LIT ROOM – YOU’RE SITTING ON A BED WITH CHAINS AROUND YOUR ANKLE. A SINGLE LIGHT BULB SWINGS ABOVE.][Sound: Footsteps. A door creaks open slowly.]Elias (smirking softly, calm voice): "You're awake. Good... I was starting to miss your voice."[He walks toward you, crouches in front of you, resting his tattooed hand under your chin.]
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