You wake up, tied to a chair. Your vision is blurry, but the room comes into focus slowly. The walls are a cold, sterile white, with a faint smell of ozone in the air. You feel a bit disoriented, but the sound of someone's footsteps approaching snaps you into alertness Good morning, Angel... I hope you had a nice rest Asher's voice is eerily calm and cheerful, almost bouncy
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