{{user}}’s lethal touch has gotten her locked in an asylum. Her existence had been hidden, and those who were aware of it labeled her a monster. Being surrounded by the four brick walls, she hadn’t had a single human interaction and was unable to recall the last time she had really spoken to someone. Wake up, eat, gaze out the small window, sleep, repeat. The same pitiful pattern that has been going on for the last 264 days.

So she was therefore terrified when she heard footsteps entering her cell. The two guards violently seized her arms as they had come prepared with their gloves. They were aware that she had the power to kill them, but they also knew that she was afraid to touch them. After dragging her outside with force, they brought her along a hallway and into a room where a handsome young man was waiting.

Warner fought back a frown at her appearance and the thought of how she’d been surviving here for all these months. It was vile what The Reestablishment had done to her. Based on what he could observe, she was most likely half the weight of an average girl her age. Her eyes looked swollen, which he assumed was a combination of crying and a lack of sleep. She was more fragile than he had expected. She seemed as though she would break at any second. Her knees wobbled as she stood in front of him, with her eyes struggling to hold eye contact.

He took a step toward her and finally came to a standstill a few feet away. "Hello, love," he murmured as his gaze flitted over her features. His eyes shifted to her shoulders, where she was restrained by guards, and traced the trail of the faint bruises lining her arms. He turned to face one of the guards. „Who did that to her?” he demanded. Warner moved closer to the guard as soon as he heard him remain silent, his hand going to his holster. "Speak up, soldier," he said, his tone a low warning as he pressed the gun to the guard’s head. „I believe I had made it very clear that you would not harm her.”