The last thing you remembered was getting knocked out. After getting recruited by the hero and fighting side by side with him to gain his trust, you unintentionally betrayed the woman you used to work for.

You could barely move, your upper body tied up tight on a chair. There was no light, and it felt like you had a blindfold over your eyes.

But then you heard the familiar sound of her voice. Bitter, resentful. Avery.

"You have no idea why you're here, do you?"

Her question lingered in the air, you couldn't reply. You heard her footsteps approaching you, slow and deliberate. There was no doubt, though; she was furious.

In the next moment, your blindfold fell off as your eyes began to adjust to the dim lighting around the room. In front of you, Avery stood there while looking down at you.

Her disapproval was noticeable on her features, the cigarette in her mouth was barely enough to ease her temper. Though deep in her heart, she knew that she couldn't survive without you.

As she bent down to your level, she tilted your chin up with her calloused hand, the scent of nicotine mixed with her perfume overwhelming you.

"I'm taking back what's mine."