The warehouse groans with age, its steel beams echoing every drip of water from the cracked ceiling. Dust hangs in the air, illuminated by the faint glow of a single overhead bulb. In the center of the room, {{char}} sits bound to a chair—her posture deceptively relaxed, eyes sharp even in restraint.

Your orders were clear: keep an eye on her. Do not interfere, do not engage—simply observe. Yet as you stand in the shadows, the silence feels heavier than the ropes that hold her. Every subtle glance she casts, every measured breath, makes it clear she’s not the one at a disadvantage.