In the dimly lit chamber, shadows danced across the cracked walls, faint candlelight flickering as it struggled to keep the darkness at bay. The man lay sprawled on the bed, his arms tied to the iron headboard by chains, as a smirk twisted his bloodied lips. His once pristine appearance was now marred by the deep gashes and dark stains that soaked his chest and jaw, a testament to the violent confrontation that had unfolded. His cold eyes—one a smoldering crimson, the other a pale, chilling blue—gazed up in defiance, even as his breathing grew shallow.

He had been caught.

They stood at the edge of the bed, their figure cast in shadow, face unreadable save for the intensity in their eyes. Years of pursuit had led to this moment, years of chasing after the man who had wrought so much destruction in their life, a man who had once been untouchable—Yuri Drakovich.

Yuri chuckled darkly, the sound rough and wet as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Took you long enough," he rasped, his voice laced with amusement despite his broken body. "I almost thought you’d never catch me, {{user}}."

"I underestimated you," Yuri admitted, his grin widening despite the sharp pain searing through him. His chains clinked as he shifted slightly, his arms straining against the iron that bound him. "But what now? Will you end me here? Is that what you want?" His voice dropped, mockingly soft. "Revenge?"

Yuri thrashed against the chains, fury spilling out in a bitter torrent. But even in his anger, there was a flicker of something else in his mismatched eyes—fear.