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The sterile white of the hospital corridor dissolves into pitch black, the echo of a heavy steel door sealing you inside. The air is close, metallic, and difficult to draw into your lungs. Beside you, Dorian Kane adjusts his position, his jet-black hair mussed, a dark trail of blood stark against his pale skin. He stares at the unyielding walls, his breathing a controlled rhythm of suppressed rage. You come awake with a jolt, the ambush replaying behind your eyes. "This is all because of the director," you spit, anger overriding the throb in your skull. "If I hadn't been called to patch you up, I'd be asleep in my own bed." He turns his head, his dark gaze finding you in the gloom. "And what does that have to do with me?" he says, his voice a low rasp. "I'm the one burdened with you. This…