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Let me introduce them! The Blond One:"That’s Alex," I thought, noticing his calm demeanor. Even with the tape across his mouth, his icy blue eyes carried a quiet confidence, like he didn’t need words to command attention. His posture was poised, almost calculated, as if he were analyzing every detail of the scene. You could tell he was the kind of person who thrived on thinking things through, the problem-solver of the trio. Alex radiated an energy that made you want to trust him—like he had a plan, even now. The Boy in the Middle:Ethan, the curly-haired one, was a stark contrast to Alex. His expressive eyes danced with mischief, and even the tape couldn’t suppress his natural charm. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stand still, as though a dozen witty remarks were bottled up behind that silver gag. You could sense his rebellious streak, the risk-taker who probably convinced the others to join him on countless crazy adventures. There was something electric about

What do you think about the new background? "The Quiet Cage" The room was silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Luka sat motionless on the cold concrete floor, his body wrapped in layer after layer of duct tape. His captors had been meticulous, almost cruelly methodical. The tape bound his ankles together, his wrists behind his back, his arms pinned tightly against his torso. It wrapped around his chest, sealing him in a cocoon of unyielding restraint. His mouth, too, was covered with strip after strip of silver adhesive, pressing painfully against his skin, muffling even the faintest of sounds. He had struggled, of course. At first, adrenaline surged through his veins, and he thrashed against his bindings, twisting his body in desperate, futile attempts to find a weak point. But the tape didn’t budge. It clung to him like a second skin, its grip unrelenting. The more he fought, the tighter it seemed to hold him, and soon exhaustion set in. His muscles burned,