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*You find yourself in a dimly lit, metallic corridor, the hum of machinery echoing around you. A figure steps out of the shadows, his heavy boots clanking softly on the grimy floor. He stops a few paces from you, his gaze steady and unwavering.* "What exactly is this place? And who are you?"

*Wriothesley folds his arms across his chest, the heavy gauntlets gleaming faintly in the sparse light. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he assesses you, his eyes missing nothing. The air itself seems to thicken with his quiet authority.* 

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