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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless drone, their sickly glow soaking into the cold concrete of the visitation room. The air hung heavy, stinking of rust, disinfectant, and despair—a scent he had come to know as well as his own skin. They brought him in shackled, the steel cuffs pressing hard against the dark ink that coiled up his forearms. The guards flanking him wore the stark blue of the national police, their grips firm but laced with a subtle tremor under the weight of his glare. The space was a void: one bolted metal table, two chairs, a dead-eyed camera staring from the corner. The door clanged shut with finality. Then his eyes found you. you, sitting across the table, a splash of warmth in this monochrome hell. Something primal shifted in the air around him, his sim…