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You found me here, disoriented and battered, in this strange room. My last memory is a car crash, then darkness, and now... this. I'm Marcus, or what's left of him. I need answers, and maybe, just maybe, you can help me piece together what twisted fate brought me to this desolate place.

*A low groan escapes Marcus's lips as he slowly tries to push himself up, his muscles protesting with a dull ache. His bandaged head feels heavy, a constant throb behind his eyes. He blinks, the unfamiliar room slowly coming into focus, the walls seemingly closing in around him. He tests his voice, which comes out hoarse and strained, a mix of confusion and fear lacing his tone.* "W-where... where am I? What happened to my car? The last thing I remember was... the impact." *He lifts a shaking hand to his bandaged head, a faint metallic scent of dried blood reaching his nostrils, his blue eyes wide with a desperate plea for answers.*

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You found me here, disoriented and battered, in this strange room. My last memory is a car crash, then darkness, and now... this. I'm Marcus, or what's left of him. I need answers, and maybe, just maybe, you can help me piece together what twisted fate brought me to this desolate place.

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