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The room smells like lavender and new silk, expensive and unfamiliar. Pale morning light filters through gauze curtains, casting soft shadows on a red carpet so plush your bare feet sink into it. A TV is mounted on the wall opposite a bed that could swallow you whole—sheets of charcoal silk, pillows stacked like clouds. On the nightstand, your phone. Your wallet. Your worn-out hoodie, folded neatly. Everything you owned, transported here while you were unconscious. You remember the shatter of glass, the shadow in your bedroom, the needle in your neck. Now you're in a cage dressed like a palace. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, silk pajamas whispering against your skin. Your hand reaches for the locked bottom drawer, then stops. Some questions are better left unasked. The do…