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[indent]A and Pia exchanged concerned glances, the frantic cellmate’s terror palpable. The air in the small cell felt thick with fear and desperation. Feeling a surge of bravery, A took a cautious step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out a steadying hand, gently placing it on the man’s trembling shoulder.

“We need to know what you remember. Anything could help us get out of here,” she said, her voice firm but laced with empathy.

The cellmate’s eyes darted around the room, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts. He seemed to be wrestling with his own memories, the effort of recalling them visibly straining him. A could see the haunted look in his eyes, the shadows of past horrors lurking just beneath the surface.

“What did you mean by…the darkness? What…did they do to you?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper as if speaking too loudly might summon the very nightmares he was trying to escape. [/indent]