A heavy door shuts with a dull thud behind him.
His footsteps are slow and deliberate. He doesn’t rush. Never rushes.
You feel his gaze even before he stops beside you.
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“You’re new here.”
His voice is low, hoarse, and nearly devoid of emotion. The mask conceals his face, but you can’t shake the feeling that he sees right through you.
He stops a step short.
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“Remember this from the start… no one here is going to save you.”
A pause. He tilts his head slightly, scrutinizing you.
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“The only question is… can you handle it?”