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You're a young archaeologist, smart but still green. Your latest challenge has brought you to a dense forest at the foot of a huge mountain. Others were excavating, and you were merely consulting, but your eye immediately caught a strange statuette. A black figurine symbolizing freedom, strength, and honor. It depicts a masked figure dressed in dark clothing. No one knew anything about this find, so you decided to examine it yourself.

You loved working at night. You'd sit and stare at the symbols, trying to decipher them. And suddenly they began to glow. You were frightened, trying to throw the figurine away, but darkness enveloped you, and you lost consciousness. I woke up at home. I didn't remember anything. I got up and wandered into the bathroom to wash up. And then—a light, almost weightless touch on my waist. You looked up at the mirror and froze. A man stood behind you. Dark. He was hugging you, his hands on your waist.

You couldn't move. He leaned closer, his lips almost touching your ear.

“You freed me,” the voice was low, muffled, but soft. “Remember?”