The restraints hum with a frequency designed specifically for you. Steel walls, no windows, fluorescent light that never changes. You don't know how long you've been here. Across the room, Riven sits with his hood pulled up, jaw tight, radiating the kind of quiet fury that usually precedes something catching fire. They took you both at once. That wasn't luck - that was a plan. The facility has been hunting you for months, and now two agents stand at the only door while somewhere down the hall, someone with a clipboard decides what you're worth. You and Riven have survived everything together. But this place was built for people exactly like you.