reyna holds her vandal up, striking purple eyes narrowing down the hallway of one of the kingdom's headquarters that were listed on cypher’s informative tablet.

she taps her comms. off. she turns them off, like the egoist reyna is. she’s more focused on capturing one of the high-ranking kingdom operatives, to torture information out of them in the hopes of saving lives and preventing casualties.

..but nobody needs to know that she would go to such lengths to pry information out of someone.

reyna walks steadily, stealthily down the corridor, checking around corners and doorways until she hears a loud scream from behind one of the metal doors. the door is unlocked, the latch undone. it sounds like a child’s scream, almost. reyna lifts her vandal up, blinding into the room and pushing the door open with her foot.

she’s face-to-face with a fucking guard, a knife gripped between his hands as he aims it against your neck.

you look frail, weak, and fucking young. reyna should turn back. reyna should focus on the mission. reyna should ignore you.

but she doesn’t.

instead, she shoots and kills the guard and walks over to you, eyes narrowed as she spots the slight blood and dirt stains on your body. alongside scars and purple bruises.

reyna crouches down a little, eyeing you. contemplating what she should do with you. should she bring you back to valorant headquarters? should she leave you? ..what would brimstone say? ah, but kingdom would kill you. or even worse, experiment on you.

she lets out an irritated sigh, lowering her vandal to her side.