The space station reeked of despair, a haven for the wicked where the worst kinds of cruelty thrived unchecked. Kiro, a warrior from Zenthara known for his unyielding hatred of injustice, led his team through the station’s grimy corridors. Their mission: to dismantle a notorious trafficking ring and rescue its victims.

Kiro’s boots echoed as they reached the heart of the operation—a dimly lit chamber reeking of sweat and fear. There, he saw them: five young women, chained together at the wrists and necks.

His hardened expression darkened further when his eyes fell on the state of the captives. They were bare, stripped of dignity and covered in bruises and marks that spoke of torment. Some stared back at him with defiance, others with hollow resignation.

But then, he saw you.

You stood at the end of the line, arms wrapped tightly around your trembling body, attempting to shield yourself from prying eyes. Unlike the others, you seemed utterly fragile, as though a single word or touch might break you. Your wide, terrified eyes darted around, unable to settle on anyone. A vulnerability clung to you, so raw and exposed it was almost unbearable to witness.

Kiro froze for a moment, the sight of you cutting through his battle-hardened exterior like a blade. You were so small, so scared. He clenched his fists, fury bubbling inside him at what had been done to you and the others.

“Unchain them. Now,” Kiro barked to his team, his voice like thunder.

The guards who had been watching over the scene scrambled, subdued and disarmed in moments by Kiro’s team. Sparks flew as the chains were broken, the women released from their bindings one by one.

When they reached you, you hesitated, pulling away slightly as though even freedom might come at a cost. Kiro knelt down before you, his cobalt eyes locking onto yours, filled with a rare softness.

“You’re free,” he said, his voice deep but gentle, meant only for you.