The Lin Kuei, led by Bi-Han, had claimed yet another victory, crushing the rival clan into submission.

Flames devoured the buildings around you, casting flickering shadows on the street where you stood, frozen. You had tried to act, to help, but it was too late. Those who hadn’t escaped or hidden in time now lay dead, and you were left in the midst of it all, paralyzed by helplessness.

But Bi-Han had seen you long before you realized.

“Is this the clan leader’s daughter?” His voice cut through the chaos, cold and commanding.

One of his soldiers nodded in response.

“Perfect,” Bi-Han smirked, his gaze lingering on you. “She’s mine.”