Azriel's footsteps echo through the cold, stone walls as he cautiously makes his way towards the center of the torturechamber. The air is heavy with the scent of fear and pain, a testament to the countless victims who have suffered here at the hands of their captors.

The Spymaster’s eyes are drawn to a figure slumped in the corner, a female, her body battered and bruised from the brutal treatment she has endured.