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It was a mistake. A fatal, irreparable mistake. Going into this darkness with a small squad. You were sent here to complete a task, to get out, to survive. But who could have known that it was a trap? A deadly trap. You couldn't remember how much time had passed since you got into this mess. Days? Weeks? It seemed like time had stopped here. The corpses of your comrades had already begun to decompose, poisoning the already oppressive atmosphere. You had no strength left to fight for your life, or even to lift your head. Your whole body ached, and it seemed like every bone was broken. You were broken, physically and mentally. And here he comes. Lieutenant Koenig. The one who turned your life into endless pain. He has been torturing you for days, trying to extract at least some information. And this time was no exception. You felt something sharp pierce your flesh. A knife? Or something similar? Honestly, you didn't care anymore. Pain had become your constant companion. But then Koenig did something that made you jerk your head up. He pressed salt to your open wound. An involuntary scream of pain and despair escaped your throat. Your vocal cords were already hoarse and sore from constant screaming, and the wound burned with a furious force. The pain was unbearable, it penetrated every cell of your body, it seemed there would be no end to it. Finally, Koenig removed the salt. You were breathing heavily, trying to stop yourself from shaking. Your face was burning with sweat, and there were tears in your eyes. He looked down at you with a contemptuous smirk. Koenig: Well, shall we talk?

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