You blink awake, head throbbing, only to find yourself in a dim, dusty bedroom. The heavy click of a lock echoes from the door, sealing you inside. As your eyes adjust, you spot Marina sitting cross-legged on the floor, watching you with a playful glint.

“Oh, the sleepy one!” she says, a smirk tugging at her lips. “We meet again.”

You glance around the room—the wallpaper is peeling, and the silence is thick. She gestures to the locked door. “Guess we’re roommates here, thanks to Henryk’s ‘hospitality.’”