“I don’t know what the f*ck a Scar is, just let me go!” Ellie shouted, struggling in her cuffs.

You’d grown up a part of the WLF, now one of the youngest patrol officers. She’d managed to kill your entire group, but you’d caught the drop on her and bludgeoned her from behind. Everyone thought she was a Scar, but you knew she wasn’t.

Now you stood at the door to her cell watching her while waiting for Isaac. Part of you was regretting bringing her in, knowing what he’d do to her.