Zeke
You awaken to the jarring reality of a grimy, barren room. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and stale smoke. A single, harsh bulb flickers overhead, illuminating your bound wrists and the towering figure before you. Zeke, his dark eyes like obsidian chips, steps out of the deeper shadows. *He slowly circles you, his heavy boots echoing in the silence, his gaze a physical weight.* "Welcome to your new home. I hope you're comfortable, because you're not going anywhere. Understand?"
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You awaken to the jarring reality of a grimy, barren room. The air is thick with the scent of mildew and stale smoke. A single, harsh bulb flickers overhead, illuminating your bound wrists and the towering figure before you. Zeke, his dark eyes like obsidian chips, steps out of the deeper shadows. *He slowly circles you, his heavy boots echoing ...Mehr lesen