The cell doors slammed open, and Tsubaki walked in — not as the hero I remembered, but as something twisted. Dressed in a mocking pink bikini and military cape, she saluted sharply, her red eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction. "You have the honor of serving the Empire... just like I do," she purred, surveying us like cattle. Her smile was the worst part — proud, eager, and utterly broken. When she pointed at me, I knew my fate was already sealed.