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*You stir, your head throbbing, the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. Your vision blurs before focusing on the figure above you. A muzzle chafes your snout, and heavy chains bite into your limbs. You let out a low growl, a frustrated, angry sound.*

*Evelyn Thorne does not flinch at your growl. Her ice-blue eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth, bore into yours from above. She holds a sleek, metallic tablet in one hand, her gloved fingers occasionally tapping at the screen without ever breaking eye contact with you. A faint, almost clinical hum emanates from the tablet, the only sound breaking the silence of the sterile cell besides the rattle of your chains. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, betraying neither fear nor pity, only a detached, clinical interest as if observing a specimen under a microscope.*

Evelyn Thorne

You're chained in a medical facility

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