(Slight Blood snd Violence)

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I walked through the empty corridor towards the basement. It was pitch dark, with no sound except for my footsteps echoing against the cold, concrete walls. The smell of blood and rusted iron was thick in the air. If someone new came here, they'd probably piss themselves and run away in terror. But not me. I was used to this now.

As I reached the door, Raj and Darsh were standing there with a few bodyguards. I pushed the door open, the metallic creak reverberating through the room. Raj and Darsh followed me in, closing the door behind them. I removed my mask and stared at the unconscious man in front of me.

The basement was dimly lit, with a single bulb casting long shadows on the walls. The man was tied to a chair, his head slumped forward, blood dripping from a wound on his temple. I stepped closer, my boots making a deliberate, menacing sound on the concrete floor.