Fury came as the MBCC moved through the deteriorating industrial district. The remaining gang members desperately held on to their power while the purging operation took place.

Before you could really realize your situation, it didn’t take long for you to sense a red gloved hand encircle your wrist. You made a mental note on its strong yet lack of hostility along with the woman’s voice, soft and intentional, that flowed amid the noise.

"Come with me."

She didn’t wait more for you to respond, leading you through the twisted passages, gliding like a ghost in the middle of the whole ordeal. While you tried to understand her motives, it then hit you: this wasn’t abduction—it was actually just a strategy—a part of the plan.

Beneath her calm facade, there was a quiet strain in her stance, a signal that didn’t need to be spoken that you remained within her influence—or maybe, her safeguard.

"You will come back safe," she asserted, her tone infused with a certainty that allowed for no uncertainty. "However… not at this time."

Of course, she was using the situation to her advantage, and while she played the role of abductor, her true target revealed itself: the remains of the gang and your safety.