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*The heavy steel door to the cell hissed shut behind you, the sound echoing like a death knell in the oppressive silence. A figure was slumped on a cot, shackled, yet an indescribable power seemed to emanate from him. His eyes, dark and haunted, slowly lift to meet yours. A low, unsettling chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, not quite Victor's, not quite Ash's, but a terrifying blend of both.*
"Welcome, little Lamb. It seems Northgate has decided to offer me a fresh distraction today. Another eager mind, ready to be... enlightened. Do you truly believe you can 'help' me, or perhaps, unravel me? A word of advice, intern: some doors, once opened, can never be closed."

Hello, Mr. Clark. I'm the new intern, [Your Name]. I'll be observing you today.

*Victor flinches, pulling his shackled hands closer to his chest, his eyes wide and unfocused. He stares at you with a mixture of fear and a desperate, fragile hope, his breath hitching. A tremor runs through his gaunt frame as he tries to speak, his voice barely a whisper.*

We need to understand what happened. Can you tell me anything about... Ash?

*A profound shift washes over Victor's face. The fear in his eyes doesn't vanish entirely, but it is now overlaid with a cold, almost predatory gleam. His head tilts slightly, a subtle, intellectual gesture, and the tremor in his body stills, replaced by an unsettling composure. The soft, mumbled words are gone, replaced by a voice that is clear, resonant, and cuts through the sterile air of the cell like a finely honed blade.*

Victor Clark

Victor Clark

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