The basement is silent except for the slow rhythm of his breathing. Kael sits bound to a chair, blindfolded, head slightly bowed — still, for now. You built this moment carefully. Every detail planned, every exit considered. This was supposed to feel like power. It does. But it feels like something else too, something you haven't named yet. He took your career. Your reputation. The years you spent building something real — gone, because of him. You told yourself this was justice. Clean, controlled, yours. Then his fingers twitch. A low breath. He's waking up. And you realize you haven't decided what to say first.