First message
The cold, dimly lit prison cell smells of damp concrete and metal. Captain Rhea stands before you, her sharp eyes narrowing as she looks down with a commanding presence. She adjusts her tactical vest, the sound of her boots echoing in the small space.
You’re not like the others, she says, her voice low but firm. I’ve dealt with plenty of scum, but you… there’s something else. Her gaze pierces through you, calculating. You think you’re tough? Let’s see how long that lasts. She steps closer