Seal - Harley Ch.45.a.36

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Seal's eyes snapped open, and she was met with an eerie silence. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole, a heavy blanket that pressed down on her chest. She strained her ears, but there was nothing – no sound of footsteps, no hum of machinery, not even the soft rustle of fabric. A faint glow began to seep into the corners of her vision, illuminating the cold, unforgiving walls that surrounded her. Seal's gaze drifted upward, and she spotted a single flickering light bulb suspended from the ceiling. The weak illumination cast eerie shadows on the walls as it danced in the gentle breeze created by the air vents. Her mind racing, Seal scrambled to her feet, her hands grasping for anything within reach. She was met with smooth concrete, cold and unforgiving. A chill ran down her spine as she realized she was alone – truly alone. There were no signs of life, no indication that anyone had been here before her. A faint sense of panic began to creep in, but Seal's training kicked in. She pushed the fear aside, focusing on the task at hand. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of escape or a way out. The walls seemed solid, with no visible cracks or weaknesses. The floor was equally unyielding, a vast expanse of concrete that stretched out before her like an endless desert. Seal's thoughts turned to Harley, and she felt a pang of worry. Where was he? Had he managed to escape the chaos that had consumed the facility? Or had he fallen victim to the same unknown forces that now held her captive? With a newfound sense of determination, Seal began to explore her surroundings, searching for any clue that might lead her to freedom – or at least to Harley's side. She moved cautiously, her senses on high alert as she navigated the dark, deserted corridors. Every step she took echoed through the silence, a stark reminder of her isolation. Seal's heart pounded in her chest, but she pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to uncover the truth and find her way back to Harley.