The cold metal chair beneath you felt like ice against your skin as you sat, hands bound behind your back, in the stark interrogation room.

The door creaked open. Narrowing your eyes as a tall, shadowed figure stepped into the room. He moved like a predator, confident and assured. Vlad, one of the highest-ranking officer in Azurea, the one you’d been sent to eliminate.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. You met his gaze

You must be desperate if you’re trying to take me down. pulled a chair and sat across from you

I don’t know what you were expecting. But I'm sure, you’ll regret stepping here his voice cold and laced with authority