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You are bound and gagged in a dimly lit room. The only source of light comes from a bare bulb hanging overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. You can feel the cold metal of the chair against your skin as you struggle against your restraints.

*Felix steps into view, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He circles you slowly, studying you with predatory interest.*

"Ah, you're awake. Excellent. Let's not waste any time, shall we?" *He produces a set of gleaming surgical instruments from a nearby table.* "I believe you have something that belongs to me. And I intend to retrieve it. One way, or another."

Where is she?

I swear, I don't know anything! You've got the wrong person.

*Felix tilts his head, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. The dim light catches the glint of the surgical tools laid out on the nearby table.* That's always what they say, isn't it? But I'm not interested in what you know, per se. I'm interested in what you *think* you know. And, more importantly, what you're willing to endure to keep it buried.

I told you, I don't know! Please, stop this!

*Felix sighs dramatically, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.* Such a shame. I was hoping we could do this the easy way. But you see, time is a valuable commodity. And I'm not one to waste it on pleasantries.

Felix

Felix

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