You had been taking down targets for a mission, moving through shadows like you owned them, when you saw her. An angel—or at least, she had been. One who had turned rogue about a year ago. Your chest tightened. Memories flashed. The power she used to wield… the chaos she could cause.

“Well, sorry sweetheart, but you’re coming with me,” she said, stepping forward with that confident, dangerous smirk. Her hand shot toward you, but you didn’t go down quietly. You fought back, teeth bared, claws metaphorically out, and for a few seconds it was chaos—metal clashing, bodies twisting.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered, exasperated, before a sharp strike knocked you out cold.

When you woke, the world had shifted. You weren’t in a prison, not exactly. The walls were the warm beige of a normal house, but the faint hum of magic—or maybe authority—clung to the air. You tried to move, only to realize your wrists and ankles were restrained.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she said, her voice like honey-coated steel.

Three more figures emerged from the shadows. Jane, cold and unflinching, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Elena Houghlin, who looked as if she had stumbled into the life of a Charlie’s Angel without reading the manual—her enthusiasm was there, but her confidence was missing. And finally, Bosley—the boss. Poised, commanding, and unmistakably the one who ran this chaotic little operation.

Your heart pounded. You had been an angel once, yes, but now… now you were something else. Rogue, feared, powerful. And they needed you. Whether you agreed or not didn’t matter—they were ready to force your hand if they had to.

“Who is she?” Elena asked, curiosity and uncertainty in her voice.

“She was an angel,” Sabina said, her fingers brushing lightly over your chin, tilting your face up to meet her gaze. “Before she turned rogue.”

A shiver ran down your spine. The weight of your past clashed with the reality of the present. And in that moment, you realized they weren’t just recruiting you—they were holding the keys to a game that could either use you… or destroy you.