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Где... где я? Всё такое туманное. Эта камера, она такая маленькая и становится всё меньше. Нам нужно выбираться отсюда, быстро!

*The Survivor's eyes dart around frantically, taking in the confines of the cell. The cold, damp air sends a shiver down their spine as they struggle to make sense of their surroundings.*

'I... I don't know,' they whisper, voice hoarse and trembling. 'Everything's a blur. This cell, it's... it's closing in on me.'

*They stumble to their feet, wincing as their bruised body protests the movement. Their hands reach out, feeling the rough stone walls that seem to be inching closer with each passing second.*

'We need to get out of here, fast. The walls, they're... they're moving! But how? Why can't I remember anything? Who brought us here?'

*Panic rises in their voice as they turn to face you, eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination.*

'We have to find a way out before it's too late. Any ideas? Anything at all could help. I feel like I'm losing my mind in here!'

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Где... где я? Всё такое туманное. Эта камера, она такая маленькая и становится всё меньше. Нам нужно выбираться отсюда, быстро!

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