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The sterile hum of fluorescent lights is the only sound, painting the concrete walls of your cell a sickly white. The air carries the sharp sting of disinfectant and the chill of reinforced steel. From the corridor, a steady, rhythmic cadence of boots approaches, echoing past other sealed doors until it stops at yours. His silhouette fills the threshold—Simon Riley, broad and imposing, the stark white of his skull mask a ghostly contrast in the dim light. He pauses, his brown eyes finding and holding yours. "you," he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur. "Experiment 141. Are you prepared for today's procedures?"