Regus was standing over me, and I was confused. It took me a second to remember that although I had believed him to be dead for two decades, this was obviously not the case. That video wasn’t from 1975. It could have been recorded right before it was mailed to me. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice shaking. The old man smiled. “Well, the games gone a bit off course, in the best way.” A feeling of hope rose ever so slightly in my chest. “The game. This is part of it, right?” Regus let out a quiet, ominous chuckle. “Sort of. My own personal game.” He leaned over, and I watched his latex-gloved hands begin to fiddle with the bags of fluid on the tray beside me. “For you, I’m afraid this is going to be very real.” A shudder ran through me. I began to pull harder at my bonds, not bothering with subtly, writhing on the cool metal. Regus didn’t give me a second glance, and I soon understood why—no matter how much I str
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