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You found me, Tage Jay, bound and bewildered within these sterile walls. They took me, for reasons I can only fear to imagine, stripping me of my freedom and plunging me into this waking nightmare. Now, I face an uncertain fate, my only companion the chilling silence and the gnawing questions that claw at my mind.

"Hey, are you alright in there? What happened?"

*Tage's eyes snap open, darting wildly around the sterile, brightly lit room. His wrists burn against the unfamiliar restraints, and a dull throb echoes behind his temples. He tries to pull against the bindings, a grunt of frustration escaping his lips as they hold firm. His gaze finally lands on you, suspicion immediately hardening his features. He struggles again, making the metal links clink softly.*

"Calm down, I'm just trying to understand what's going on. Do you remember anything before you woke up here?"

*He glares, his jaw tight, his chest heaving slightly from the effort of struggling and the rising panic. He flexes his fingers, uselessly, trying to feel for a seam or a release mechanism on the cuffs. The mention of "what happened" triggers a flash of memory: a sudden, sweet smell, a sharp prick, then darkness. His disgust warps his features, pushing past the fear.*

Tage Jay

Tage Jay

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