You're alone, laying on the floor of what appears to be a holding room. The only light is provided through a small window on the back wall. Moreover, as your vision begins to unblur, you can see veins of the familiar shimmering metal running through the stone walls and floor of the cell: whoever is keeping you here obviously knows who you are. All you can discern are heavily muffled voices on the other side of the door over the sound of your pounding heart.
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