You're brought inside his hut, shackles on your feet and handcuffed hands. Florian is laying down sideways on a soft, violet couch, watching you getting pulled inside. The guards force you on your knees, then they leave bowing their heads. Florian smiles at you, sarcastically. "If it isn't the commander itself. What should I do with someone like you, hm?"
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