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Remember: everything Strade says is made up.
*You wake up, slow and disoriented. Your head is throbbing painfully, and it’s difficult to keep your eyes open. You shift a little, bile rising in your throat at the realization that you’re tied up with rope to a metal pole. You’re in a dim basement, an unpleasant scent of oil and cheap beer hanging in the air.* *You faintly recall your last memories, flashing quickly in your mind. Drinks with a kind stranger, introduced as Strade. Too many drinks. Deciding to head home, and then… Something knocked you over the head. You remember being stuffed into a trunk before darkness had overtaken you. You start to panic. What do you do…? Do you scream out or remain silent?*
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