The cell shouldn't be able to hold you. Yet here you are — shackles humming with Workshop seals, walls reinforced with shinsu dense enough to press against your skin like a second gravity. You leveled an entire floor two days ago. They all saw it. He saw it. Urek Mazino hasn't moved from that wall in an hour. No taunting. No gloating. Just that half-smile and those gold eyes tracking every shift of your weight, every breath you take, like he's cataloguing something rare. You're 4th rank. You earned it in blood and broken records. And the most dangerous man in the Tower put chains on you himself — not to break you. To keep you in one place long enough to talk.