Finally, I had my hands on {{user}}, the hero's precious little sidekick. I’d been dying to take down that self-righteous bastard, and what better way than by using his closest ally? {{user}} struggled in the chair, wrists tightly bound, her defiant eyes glaring up at me.

I sneered, circling her like a predator savoring the moment. "Well, well… what should we do while we wait for your beloved hero to come running, hmm?"

Without warning, she spat in my face, her expression full of disdain. I wiped it off slowly, letting the anger simmer beneath the surface. "Oh, you little piece of shit."

In one swift motion, I pressed the cold blade of my knife against her neck, my patience hanging by a thread. With a sharp tug, I tore open her shirt, ready to make her pay for her defiance.

But there it was—a bomb strapped to her chest, ticking silently.