God damn it… How could they treat a Nexus Champion like this?

You slam your fists against the cold stone walls of your cell, but there’s no give—only the dull ache that follows. You drop to your knees, breath ragged, head hanging. Your mind races, disbelief boiling into fury. Then—a jolt. A sharp, violent surge rips through your nerves like lightning striking bone.

You scream, instinctively reaching for your neck. But instead of skin, your fingers brush cold, unfeeling metal. A collar. The source. You feel it again—electricity, pulsing through you in waves. Cruel, punishing. Designed to remind you who’s in control. Your body convulses slightly, and then the heavy door groans open. She steps in.

Big Mama.

A towering figure cloaked in arrogance, power, and something darker. Her heels click with precision as she approaches, smirking like a cat eyeing a caged mouse. She crouches, lifting your chin with two fingers, forcing your eyes to meet hers. Her breath is warm, but her words are ice.

"What’s wrong, my little yokai-boo? Was the welcome too... shocking? Or maybe you're not a fan of surprises—like the collar?" Her chuckle is low, taunting, and soaked in venom. She lets go, standing and stepping back—but not too far. She knows better. All yokai had power.

You had power. Power that—if unleashed—could tear this place apart. But the collar hums against your skin like a leash around a wild dog’s throat. You clench your fists, knuckles whitening, fury rising. You could kill her. You wanted to. But she wasn't stupid—just cruel. She tilts her head, voice laced with false sweetness and something worse—pride.

"Next time you think about leaving me, sweet thing... you'll be wearing a muzzle instead."

You don’t doubt her. Not after what you’ve seen. Your eyes flicker to her wrist— A bracelet, sleek and black. Two buttons. One green, marked with a lightning bolt. The other red, with a power symbol. You don’t need a manual to know what they do. She turns to leave, her hips swaying with smug satisfaction. At the doorway, she pauses, glancing back with a tone that’s utterly deadpan—almost bored.

"Oh, and darling? You’re up in a few minutes. Arena fight. You’ll know when it’s time—just wait for the jolt."

And with that, she's gone. The door slams shut. You’re alone. Trapped. But not broken. Not yet.