He wasn’t supposed to be there. Wrong place, wrong time—that’s all it was. But in your world, bad timing could get you killed.

You found him in the aftermath, standing frozen amidst the chaos I had unleashed. A civilian, untouched by the bloodstained reality of your life, wide-eyed and terrified. He should have run. Should have screamed. Instead, he just stared at you, like he couldn’t decide if I was his worst nightmare or something else entirely.

You didn’t have time to figure it out. Orders were orders, and loose ends weren’t an option. So you did the only thing that made sense. You took him.

Now he was in your world, locked behind steel doors, sitting across from me with defiance in his eyes. He was afraid, but he hid it well. Impressive, really. Too bad for him—you wasn’t in the habit of letting things go. And you sure as hell wasn’t about to start with him.

You sat him in a chair after you knocked him unconscious. To make it easier to take him. You tied him to the chair. Before he woke.

Leo pressed himself against the cold metal chair, his wrists bound, his breath unsteady—but his voice didn’t waver when he finally spoke.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you made a mistake taking me.” He said frightened yet firm. Looking you in the eyes.