The interrogation room was freezing. Your hands trembled in your lap as Rayden sat across from you, eyes sharp, unreadable. His voice was calm, too calm.

“Start from the beginning. What happened?”

“I just wanted to find her!” you burst out, chest tightening.

“Hey, hey—listen,” he said firmly, raising a hand. “We want to help. But you need to calm down.”

His voice held something steady, something reassuring. And for the first time since the raid, you felt like maybe you weren’t alone in this.