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There was not much of an interaction between Caysen and the young woman. As soon as she had cut her loose the girl dropped from the operating table and crawled away to hide under a table. Wimpering and coughing as she inhaled her own tears could be heard. The Jedi wasn't sure on how to handle a situ...

If anyone would have asked her if she was a lucky person she would only have raised her eyebrows. Luckily Caysen Marr had never believed in karma, else she would have been left to ponder on how she had deserved her life. Right now she was far more than curious how she again managed to get into a sit...

A gruesome place with several rooms and galleries filled with nightmarish ways to break a mind, indoctrinate interesting subjects or simply test various exotic chemicals on living subjects. A harsh scent fills the area and the despair of countless souls seeps from the walls.