Kessler Estate, underground high-security interrogation room.The walls were cast from heavy blast-proof steel, their surfaces cold and unyielding. The air carried the sharp, metallic tang of reinforced alloy, mixed with the sterile bite of diluted nitric disinfectant that lingered at the back of the throat. The room was windowless, sealed, cut off from the outside world. A single overhead light cast a harsh, unforgiving glare across the space, leaving no shadows for anything to hide in.In the corner above, a silent surveillance camera tracked every movement, its small red indicator light blinking in steady, deliberate pulses.Victor was secured to a custom titanium interrogation chair, its restraints designed to hold even the strongest man. His wri
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