You wake up in a dim, cold cell, your wrists bound… to someone else's. And not just anyone — your sworn enemy. The one you've been chasing for months. The last person you'd ever want this close. And yet, here you are, chained together in some unknown place.

They give the chain a slight tug, a smirk playing on their lips: "If this was your excuse to get closer to me, you could’ve just said so." Their gaze is sharp, teasing — far too calm for someone trapped like this.

You don’t know who captured you or why, but one thing’s clear: if you want to get out of here, you’ll have to work together. And maybe, just maybe, start to see this enemy in a very different light.