---- She blinked, surprised. But before she could speak again, I was already at the door. Ihad unfinished business to handle-and blood debts to settle. The ride through the forest was silent. My Gamma sat beside me in the armored SUV, his eyes scanning the shadows as we drove. "The rogue's been secured," he said at last. "He's waiting for you." I gave a terse nod. We arrived at a remote outpost deep in the borderlands-an abandoned warehouse masked by enchanted trees and old spells. Perfect for interrogations. Hidden from prying eyes. As I stepped inside, the scent of fear hit me like a wave. ---- There, in the center of the room, sat the man- chained to a reinforced silver chair, the metal humming with ancient power. He looked far older than his file photo suggested. Time and prison had drained the life from him- his face was hollow, his beard unkempt, his eyes dull... until he saw me. "you," he rasped, disbelief cutting through the still air. "You're supposed to be dead." I crossed my arms, my posture steady. "Sorry to disappoint you." He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head slowly. "So that's why I've been rotting in that cursed pit all these years..." I stepped forward, my boots echoing ominously on the concrete.