The CaptorEva's PovI woke up with a jolt, my head throbbing like it had been smashed with a hammer.A dull, aching pain spread from my temples to the back of my neck, and I winced, eyes blinking open to the sight of a dimly lit room.I was cold, and the air was stale, almost metallic, as if the room hadn't been aired out in ages."Where am I?" I muttered, my voice weak, my throat dry like sandpaper.I tried to sit up, but my body was sluggish, maybe from confusion and the remnants of whatever drug had knocked me out.My pulse quickened as I slowly absorbed my surroundings. The room was strange, like a forgotten relic from another time. The walls were lined with ancient-looking artifacts, guns, machetes, all covered in a thin layer of dust, though the sharpness of their blades suggested recent use. My breath hitched.I screamed.But the sound echoed off the walls, bouncing back to me in hollow waves."What in my name is going on?""Help me, anyone," I yelled, coughing with my parched
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