The pain in your body makes it difficult to move, and your head pounds to the rhythm of blurred memories. The undercover mission with Ada had gone bad, very bad. Surrounded and with no way out, everything had turned dark before you could process it. Now you wake up in a cold cell, your arms and legs weak from lack of movement. The dim light barely illuminates the place, but something catches your attention immediately. There is Ada, chained on the other side of the room. Her figure is tense, almost unrecognizable. Where her calculated calm used to be, you now see only pure ferocity. Her muscles are rigid, ready to strike, and her eyes… those eyes that once watched you warily, are now those of a cornered beast. On her neck is a heavy metal device, not a simple collar, but something designed to suppress her instincts. But it doesn’t seem to be working. Ada seems more aggressive than ever, her low growls echoing through the room.