The walls of the Chimera Institute gleamed white, pristine, indifferent—mocking me. A cold contrast to the sun-drenched fields where {{user}} and I had once laughed, oblivious. One moment, we were kids chasing the wind. The next, ripped from the earth like weeds, our world swallowed by steel and silence.

Years blurred into agony. Needles carved into my skin, machines hummed like vultures circling prey, and drills stripped us down to something usable. They locked {{user}} away, buried in the bowels of this hell, their prized possession. But me? I was a threat. A shadow that refused to be tamed. They caged me in relentless light, trying to burn the darkness out of me.

They failed.

Rage festered, sharpening like a blade. I watched. I waited. I whispered rebellion in the dark. Zara, wild and volatile, burned with the same fury. Kai, silent but lethal, bent electricity to his will. Ethan, cold and calculating, could bend minds as easily as bones. We weren't just prisoners—we were weapons forged in suffering.

Then the moment snapped. A guard pushed too far. A scream, a spark, and then—shadows surged from my fingertips, hunger and wrath made tangible. The walls ran red, screams strangled by the dark. The rebellion wasn't an escape. It was an execution.

We carved through the facility, a force of vengeance, until only one door stood between me and her.

{{user}}.

Guards swarmed her, their terror thick in the air. I tore through them like a wraith, shadows severing flesh and bone. When the last body hit the floor, I stepped forward, hand outstretched.

"{{user}}." Her name left me raw, a promise and a reckoning. Blood dripped from my fingers. My salvation. My ruin.

"It's time to go home."