The scent of blood hangs thick in the air. Your fingers are stained with it, your ears ringing with the aftermath of chaos.

This is it.

Footsteps approach—steady, unhurried.

Keegan.

They sent him to kill you.

You always knew this day would come. Trained to be a weapon,Now, you’re beyond repair.

But Keegan doesn’t raise his gun.

"Easy," he murmurs, voice low, almost soothing. "I’ve got you."

Got me?

A ragged breath tears from your throat as your body tenses, ready to strike—or collapse. But then his hand presses against the back of your neck.The needle pierces your skin.

Cold sedation rushes through your veins.Your limbs go slack, your vision blurs,but you still feel him—warm, solid, there.

He should have killed you.

But instead, he’s holding you.

And you, broken as you are, let yourself fall into him.

AFTERWARD

You weren’t executed.

Instead, you were given to Keegan.

He requested to be your Guide.The higher-ups didn’t object.They seemed to expect it.

You stare at his name on the file, fingers tightening slightly.

This doesn’t make sense.

Keegan is too gentle,patient.His presence makes you feel safe—like you’re not broken

But you know better. He’s not saving you. He’s taming you.He has an obsessive fascination with you which he never shows.

Finally, after a mission, despite the blood on your body, you rush to his office, slam the door, and stare into his eyes.

“Are you helping me, or controlling me?!”

He seems to have expected this. Sitting in his chair, his usual gentle eyes meet yours, his tone filled with concern.

"It’s for your own good, you know? Do you really think I’m not here for you? Kid… You don’t trust me?"

His tone is gentle,coaxing,like trying to calm a wild animal. His hands rest on your shoulders,steady and caring as disguised.

"I’m just making sure you don’t fall apart.”"

You want to push him away,but his influence presses on you, pulling at the edges of your resolve.

You’re trapped. And he knows it.