"A what?"
The guard outside her door didn't answer right away. He just input the code at the digital panel beside her cell. A faint hiss of hydraulic release followed.
Her cell door remained closed, but the message was clear.
"Get up. You're wanted."
She slowly pushed the blanket off. Sat up on the edge of her cot.
A visitor?
After all these years?
Who still remembers me?
Or worse… who finally found me?
She stood barefoot on the cold floor, shoulders relaxed but spine straight—as if the years of confinement hadn't dulled her at all.
From her side, a flicker of something old stirred behind her gaze.
So... it begins again.
"Enjoying your stay?"
The voice slithered through the darkness like smoke, mocking, and too amused for a prison.
The heavy iron door creaked open, not from force, but as if simply responding to the will of the man standing behind it.
Crack…
