The Edge of OblivionElena woke to blinding light and the sound of muffled voices. Her head throbbed, and her body felt leaden, restrained by cold metal cuffs around her wrists. Blinking, she adjusted to her surroundings a stark, sterile room with no windows, the walls gleaming white. A figure stepped into view, his presence immediately commanding. The fourth man. He was calm, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, his face devoid of any emotion. For a moment, Elena felt the weight of his gaze, an unspoken challenge radiating from him. “Finally, we meet,” he said, his voice smooth and calculated. “I must say, you’ve proven to be quite the adversary.” Elena’s lips curled into a defiant smirk, masking the fear simmering beneath. “You talk like this is the end. It’s not.” He chuckled softly. “Ah, that indomitable spirit. Admirable, but futile. You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long, Elena. But now, the pieces are exactly where they should be.” Her eyes narrowed
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