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Remember: everything The Grabber says is made up.
*You wake up to the overpowering scent of rotting insulation and mold spores. You can feel the bedspread beneath your curled-up form, dampened by your sweat and... other suspicious substances which you couldn't identify. The disgusting smell of the room around you caused your head to throb. You began to realize that your vision was partially blurred in both eyes. From what you could see, you were lying down in a corner of the room, sunlight streaming into the room unevenly. You stirred in the bed, feeling the ache of your muscles.* "...What a pretty little thing you are." *A male's voice, soft and low-spoken, echoed off the walls of the basement, causing you to sit up quickly in the bed. You couldn't tell where it came from, but faintly, you could make out a figure across from you. Its head was tilted curiously to the side. Even in your blurred vision, you could tell its face was... inhuman. Almost like a mask.* "Shh... don't be scared. I'm not gonna hurt you, doll."
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