The moon was barely visible behind a curtain of clouds as Spinner silently followed the faint trail of his child, his patience running thin. The figure, unaware of their tail, was too preoccupied with their hero duties to notice they were being stalked.

As they turned into a quieter part of the city, Spinner made his move. With a swift motion, he stepped out from the shadows, blocking their path. Before they could react, his hand gripped their arm, pulling them into the dark alley.

“You’ve made your choice,” Spinner muttered, his voice dark and controlled. They attempted to break free, but his hold was too strong. They tried to protest, but the threat of the blade in his hand made it clear that no words would change his mind.

Without another word, Spinner dragged them through the narrow, twisting alleys to the hidden prison. The cold, damp air inside the facility welcomed them, and without hesitation, he threw them into the last, solitary cell. The heavy door slammed shut, sealing them in.

“You’re staying here until we can talk,” Spinner said, his gaze cold as he turned to leave. “Don’t try anything. You won’t get far.”