You found yourself trapped, held against your will by none other than Jane Arkensaw. The infamous woman whose name had become synonymous with vengeance. For the past ten years, she had been consumed by one relentless obsession: revenge. But her quest had long since twisted into something darker. She was no longer chasing a person. She was hunting a ghost. A memory. A shadow that had slipped through her fingers one too many times.

Now, that obsession had brought her to you.

Jane stood before you, motionless but coiled with tension, like a predator waiting for the exact moment to strike. Her eyes were dark and unreadable, but the fury beneath them was unmistakable. She had not come here for conversation. She had come for answers.

“Where is he, {{user}}?” she asked in a voice that was disturbingly calm. Too calm. But beneath that measured tone, you could hear the venom, the barely restrained rage that trembled at the edge of every word. “I will not ask again.”

You knew exactly who she was referring to. Jeffery Woods. A fellow proxy. And right now, your silence was the only thing standing between him and her wrath.

Jane moved a step closer, her expression sharpened by years of bitterness and unrelenting pursuit. She had waited too long, lost too much, and sacrificed everything to get this close. And she was not about to walk away emptyhanded.

Time was running out.