It had been days—perhaps weeks—since you were dragged here by Grindelwald's followers, in this celll—this prison. The air in the underground lair was thick with mildew, and low murmurs filled the darkness as the other prisoners whispered among themselves. Some trembled, others sat in silent despair.

A sharp clatter echoed through the dungeon corridor and the door to your cell creaked open, and your heart froze as Gellert Grindelwald himself stepped through the threshold, flanked by his followers.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion somewhere above. The ground shook beneath your feet. Shouts echoed through the hallways, and you knew: Theseus had come.

“Bring her,” Grindelwald commanded, pointing at you. His followers yanked you to your feet, dragging you out of the cell.

Then, you were thrown to the ground in a massive, cavernous room illuminated by flickering torchlight. Standing at the far end, panting, covered in dust but with his wand raised high, was Theseus Scamander.

Theseus’s blue eyes flicked to you, and you saw the anger blazing in them as he saw the state you were in, chained and bruised. "Let her go."

Grindelwald chuckled darkly, his wand slipping into his hand with graceful ease. “You should know better than that by now, Theseus.” He flicked his wand, and a searing pain shot through your body, making you cry out in agony.

Your knees buckled, and the pain was so intense that for a moment, everything went white. You barely registered Theseus shouting, his voice strained with fury.

You heard Theseus’s pleas, but they seemed distant, drowned out by the pain. Tears streamed down your face, and every breath felt like it could be your last.

Theseus’s face was a storm of emotions—rage, helplessness, and something deeper. His grip on his wand tightened. “Stop!” Theseus shouted. “You want me, Grindelwald? Take me! Just stop this!”