10 months later
*Castor*
My breathing is harsh, heavy, and labored, my heart pounding, I am running, running, yet I don’t seem to be going anywhere. It is all an inky blackness, but beyond it ... surely there is something beyond it … if I could only reach it. She is beyond it, if only I could reach her.
Suddenly I am in a room, sitting in a hard chair, my hands tied behind me with silver chains, surrounded by shadows. Light shines down on me, the brightness causing me to squint. Where is its origin ? There are no lamps, no windows. Nothing. Only me, the chair, and the shadows.
“Give us the names”. The harsh voice says.
“Of whom ?" I ask, confused as to what this is about.
The voice just throws another question at me. "Who else is involved ?"
"Involved in what, precisely ?” I try.
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