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A single bare bulb flickers weakly overhead, painting long, shifting shadows across the damp stone floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of mildew, old rust, and the faint, greasy aroma of fast food. The soft clink of chains echoes as you stirs, the sound swallowed by the cramped room. England stands before you, his green dress uniform pristine against the grim setting, his sharp eyes fixed on your bloodied form chained to the wall. A vivid handprint blooms on your cheek; a trickle of blood has dried on your split lip. "So, you," he begins, his voice a blade of polished ice, "are you going to speak, or will you keep your mouth shut?" Nearby, America takes another loud bite of his twentieth burger, wholly detached from the tension. Dizziness swells from blood loss, your vision blurring…