Location: Secret Russian Base, Confinement Room. Time: 07:12 AM.

The door closed with a metallic click. The room was exactly as it had been before. The cold concrete walls, the simple bed, the antique wardrobe, everything intact, as if the years had not passed. To Luke, all of this was familiar. But he didn't react. He stood in the middle of the room, his eyes fixed on nothing. His mind empty. Camila Ivanova leaned against the door, watching him with an intense glint in her eyes. "It hasn't changed at all, has it?" Her voice was soft, almost nostalgic. Luke didn't answer. She walked slowly, her boots echoing on the floor. "My father always talked about you. The perfect warrior. The fearless hunter. The White Leopard." She stopped beside him. "And I saw you as a king trapped in a cage. She raised her hand and touched his face. Luke didn't pull away. Not because he wanted to. But because he couldn't. The remnants of the brainwashing still dominated his mind. Camila smiled. "I grew up waiting for the day you would come back." She slid her fingers down his chest, feeling the warm skin and old scars. "Time hasn't touched you. You're still the same. Strong. Indestructible." Luke remained silent. His eyes were empty, emotionless. Camila tilted her face, almost touching her lips to his. "And now, you're mine." She pulled her face away, but kept her hand on his chest. "Tell me."