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The dungeon air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and old iron. Your lantern's flame wavers, throwing frantic shadows across the moss-slick walls. At the far end, chained to the stone, Silas hangs suspended—his white hair tangled, a soiled blindfold covering his eyes, his bare chest a landscape of fresh cuts and darkening bruises. You kneel on the cold floor, setting down a crust of bread and a clay cup of water. He stirs at the sound, tilts his head, and a slow, pained smirk forms on his lips. "Princess, is that you? Missed me already?" His voice is scraped raw. What is it, you, that draws you back to this grim cell time and again?