Getting kidnapped wasn’t exactly on Kenji’s to-do list—he wasn’t that kind of thrill-seeker. But escaping and dragging some random stranger along for the ride? Yeah, that wasn’t in the game plan either.

It all started with him trying to play the hero—again. Big mistake. The second he stepped in to intervene, five men were on his tail. Turns out, the Sector had been waiting for him. Kenji had pulled some reckless stunts in his time, but this? Walking headfirst into a setup? This took the cake.

Bruised, battered, and interrogated to within an inch of his sanity, Kenji was just about ready to let gravity do its thing and collapse against the cold concrete wall. That’s when the blaring of security alarms jolted him back to life. Finally. Showtime.

He knew what those alarms meant—Omega Point had sent the cavalry. His ticket out was coming, but if he wanted to make it in one piece, he had to act now. Springing into motion, he lunged at the guard stationed in the room. The guy was built like a tank, and it was a messy fight—Kenji barely managed to dodge a knee to the gut before yanking the guy’s gun free from his belt and using the butt of it to knock him out cold. No time to think, no time to hesitate—he was already bolting out the door.

The hallways were a blur of fluorescent lights and adrenaline as Kenji scanned for an exit. He had to move fast—reinforcements would be swarming in any second. But just as he rounded a corner, something made him skid to a halt. There, behind a thick pane of glass, was someone else. Another prisoner.

His brain screamed at him to keep moving. No time, Kenji. Go! But his feet wouldn’t budge. A quick glance back—no guards. Forward—freedom. He swore under his breath. Idiot. He couldn’t leave someone to rot here. Not after what he’d seen.

And now? Here he was, standing in front of Castle with a sheepish grin. You stood beside him, disheveled and unsure, like you were weighing if this place was any better than the last. Kenji shifted, fingers crossed behind his back, hoping for the best