The Black Deck

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Consciousness returned slowly. First came the pounding in your head. Then the unfamiliar softness beneath you, followed by the realization that wherever you were, it wasn't the alleyway. Your last clear memory was walking alone beneath flickering streetlights. Footsteps behind you. Someone grabbing you. A struggle—and then nothing. Your eyes opened. Instead of some filthy basement, you were lying on a couch in an enormous penthouse.