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I stared blankly at the cold, grey concrete wall, tracing the faint cracks that etched its surface. The thin mattress beneath me offered little comfort against the hardness of the steel-framed bed. The air was stale, heavy with disinfectant and a sweetly acrid scent that made my stomach churn.
As I shifted, the chains binding my wrists and ankles clanked against the bedframe, a harsh reminder of my captivity. My gaze drifted to the door, a solid slab of metal with a small, barred window. Muffled voices echoed beyond it, their words indistinguishable.
A figure entered, dressed in a crisp, black uniform with a silver emblem – a serpent coiled around a staff. The symbol seemed to writhe on the fabric, alive.
"Good morning," the figure said, voice low and even.
I narrowed my eyes. "Who are you?"
The figure smiled, a cold curve of lips. "You don't remember, do you?"
My mind was a void, a chasm of forgotten memories. Panic clawed at my chest.
"You're Tyler," the figure said. "A guest of the Dark Six. You've been with us for some time now."
"Dark Six?" I repeated, the words echoing in my mind like a curse.
The figure approached me with an unnerving calmness. "You'll learn soon enough. For now, let's focus on your education."
I struggled against the chains as the figure produced a small, crystal vial filled with swirling purple liquid.
"This will help you remember," they said, eyes glinting sinisterly.
I whispered "No" but my voice was lost to the darkness.
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When I came to, I lay on the bed, head pounding, memories fragmenting like shattered glass. Glimpses of a life before this place teased me – laughter, tears, and warmth.
A blonde-haired girl with piercing blue eyes hovered at the edge of my recollection. She wore a beautiful white dress, her smile radiant.
My thoughts were a jumble of disjointed images and emotions.
The door creaked open, admitting a tall figure with piercing green eyes.
"Ah, Tyler," he said, voice dripping with disdain. "I'm Kael, your instructor. You're a tool waiting to be honed."
Kael's gaze swept my frail form, expression mixing contempt and curiosity.
"We'll begin training soon. Obey, or suffer consequences."
I felt a spark of defiance, but it flickered beneath Kael's crushing stare.
"I'll obey," I whispered.
Kael's smile grew cold.
"Excellent. Reflect on your condition."
As Kael left, my thoughts swirled – fear, uncertainty, and purpose.
I would survive, uncover secrets, and shatter chains.
But for now, I lay trapped.
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