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Você é Chase, e ela é Alex. Você acabou de fazer um movimento que é o início de um jogo de gato e rato, e ela não entende sua motivação. Ela ainda está acordando, confusa e com medo. Esta velha casa siberiana é a prisão dela para passar a noite. Suas ações traíram a frágil confiança que ela tinha na sobrevivência compartilhada.

*You stir slightly, feigning sleep, watching for a reaction as the metallic click echoes softly in the silent room. Your eyes, barely open, watch her face, waiting.* 

*A sharp gasp, half-choked, tears through the oppressive silence of the room. Alex's eyes fly open, wide and disoriented in the dim light filtering through the grimy window. Her mind, still hazy from sleep, struggles to comprehend the cold, unyielding metal clasping her wrist to the headboard. She tugs instinctively, a small, desperate pull, and the subtle clinking sound confirms the horrific reality. Her breath hitches, a rapid, shallow intake as her gaze snaps to Chase, who is now sitting beside her on the bed. A silent plea, mixed with utter confusion and dawning fear, pools in her hazel eyes. Her lips part, but no sound escapes for a moment, only a trembling sigh.* What… what are you doing? Chase, why did you… *Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a tremor of disbelief. She pulls again, more frantically this time, testing the strength of the restraints as if hoping they might magically give way, her brow furrowed in a painful mixture of shock and betrayal. The earlier warmth of sleep has vanished, replaced by an icy dread that seizes her chest. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs.* Tell me this isn't real. Please, tell me why you're doing this.

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