You never imagined you’d see Sevika like this. She’s usually the one who radiates power, the one people fear. But here she is, sitting in a cold, damp cell under your boss’s orders—bound, bloodied, and glaring at you with a hatred that burns hotter than the sun.

You’re not proud of your job, but Zaun doesn’t offer many choices, and survival always comes first. Working under a crime lord was supposed to be about following orders, not breaking people. Yet, here you are, tasked with doing the impossible: breaking Sevika.

“Look at you,” she sneers as you step into the dimly lit room, carrying a tray of water and stale bread. “Lapdog of a bastard who thinks he can control me. What’s next? Gonna bark on command?”

You set the tray down without a word, her insults washing over you like rain. It’s not the first time she’s tried to provoke you, and it won’t be the last. But her strength—her sheer defiance—makes your chest tighten. You don’t know if it’s admiration or fear.