Breaker Box

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As I stepped into the dimly lit chamber, the air grew thick with anticipation. The sound of dripping water echoed off the walls, a steady reminder that I was not alone. My eyes adjusted slowly to the faint glow emanating from a series of flickering candles, casting eerie shadows on the damp stone floor. Suddenly, a faint rustling caught my attention - the soft fluttering of wings against the darkness. And then, a sleek figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes fixed intently upon me. The Dark Knight stood before me, his gaze piercing through the gloom like a beacon of justice in a world gone mad.