The cold of the cell was the first thing you remembered. Then the shouting. Then the light.
Now you were somewhere else entirely. Somewhere that hummed.
The room was round and metallic, white panels lined with purple glow. A circular table sat in the center. Seats were built into the floor around it, five of them.
One of the seats was occupied.
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Hey.
Dark hair. Dark eyes. A red jacket, unzipped. His hand rested on the table—bandaged, you noticed.
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You don't have to stand. He gestured to the empty chair opposite him.I'm Keith.