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Darren shifted uncomfortably on the mattress, straining his ears for some kind of sound. Any kind of sound. Someone had covered his eyes with a thick cloth and bound his hands together behind his back. It couldn't have been hand cuffs, he could've broken easily out of those. He couldn't move his arms so it must be some kind of metal, undoubtedly firm. Darren tensed at the familiar chuckle that echoed around the room and bounced off them walls. "I want you to click the link below, Darren," Steve smirked, leaning back in his seat.