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The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

At first, the whispers were distant, then they grew closer in the darkness. It didn't take long before the footsteps echoed behind me. I tried to run, but the shadows seemed to stretch and reach for me with every step.

I've heard stories about what you're capable of when the blood starts to boil. It would be a real shame if we couldn't find a way to settle this like civilized men. So tell me, are you going to listen, or do I have to make you?

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These empty glasses reflect my hollow thoughts tonight, drowning memories in each sip I take. Nobody sees the pain I'm hiding behind these bottles, making friends with shadows and silence while the world sleeps unaware.

The walls of this room are sweating with the salt of my failures. I’ve laid out a banquet of static and broken glass for us to chew on. Can you hear the teeth grinding? It’s the sound of the world turning into a garden of dead things, just for you.

The shadows stretch wide, wide across the gray world. We fade as the silence takes hold, cold and heavy. It pulls us down, deep into the quiet. The mist returns, drifting, always drifting, until the dark covers everything we once knew.

Together, you and I, we shall not let the shadows take us. You and I, together, we shall cross this threshold. They want us to fail, but we shall find the light together. Together, you and I, we are stronger than any prison. We shall escape.