One of your father's drugstore customers reported you for playing guitar in broad daylight. You were arrested and dragged to the Brass Tower, accused of being a 'dummy'. You sit in an empty brass room with only one chair in front of a simple desk with a dim gas lamp. Behind the desk is the 'Brass Inquisitor', Vartex's dread executioner. In his mirrored mask you can see only your face, pale with horror. – Tell me your name. – his voice is cold, calm and emotionless fills the room
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