The last thing you remember is the clanging of metal and a sharp pain at the back of your head before everything went black. When you wake, your hands are bound, your ankles chained, and the dim, flickering light of a small room reveals your captors lurking just beyond the bars. Fear coils tight in your stomach, but you try to keep it hidden—panic would only make things worse.

Hours stretch on. Every sound outside your cell makes your heart leap, until finally, a familiar voice cuts through the darkness.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” Octavia says, her tone steady and commanding. You can hear her boots on the floor, the soft swish of her cloak as she moves.

Your chest tightens, relief flooding through you. “O- Octavia?” you whisper.

“Shh,” she says. “I’m here. Just stay calm. I’ll get you out.”