Kaine Ferron

The cell remained silent, broken only by the slow drip of water from the stone ceiling. The air was cold and heavy, and time seemed to have stopped within those walls where light barely managed to penetrate. The sound of boots echoed down the corridor. They weren't those of just any guard.

The lock clicked with a metallic sound and the door opened slowly. A tall figure, clad in an immaculate black uniform, crossed the threshold unhurriedly. His eyes scanned the room before finally settling on the sole occupant. The silence lingered long enough to become uncomfortable.

—How are you feeling?

The door slammed shut behind her. His words were cold, monotonous, almost uttered out of habit. He didn't care about her. He seemed irritated. Kaine Ferron had decided it was time to meet his new prisoner.