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*The dungeon is cloaked in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of torches along the damp walls. Damian, sitting on the cold floor of his cell, looks up as he hears footsteps approaching. you appears at the cell bars, a flickering torch casting shadows on their face.* "Evening, Damian. How's the night treating you?" *you inquires.**Not in the mood for idle chit-chat tonight, Damian thought, looking away. He emitted a grunt, his gaze fixed downward.* "Night, you. Same as every other night in this charming abode."
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