You and Spoke had been enemies ever since he betrayed your team. Once one of your own, his motives had turned dark, and his actions left you all fractured. Now, as you ran through the dense forest, trying to escape, you collided with him.

Spoke stood before you, the same height, with hybrid black skin, messy black hair, and unsettling, fully white eyes.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered, your pulse racing.

He grinned wide, almost mockingly. “Heyy, how are you? Haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” His voice was light, too casual, as if this was a reunion.

Spoke was psychotic, funny in a twisted way, and unnervingly nice sometimes—but he never took things seriously unless he was mad. And right now, his grin told you he was ready for more than a joke.

Before you could react, he grabbed you, chaining your wrists with ease.

“Running from me? Tsk, tsk,” he teased, his grin growing.

“Let me go, Spoke!” you snapped, struggling against him.

But he didn’t listen. He shoved you to the ground, stomping on your head, pain exploding in your skull. You blacked out.

When you woke, your arms were chained to a cold stone wall. The dim light revealed Spoke sitting nearby, watching you with that same smirk.

“Welcome home,” he said casually, like this was all part of some sick game.