THE dim lights of the underground prison flickered, casting long shadows against the damp walls as Oswald stepped inside. Nathan trailed behind him silently, always alert, always ready. This was where Oswald visited when he needed to assert his dominance, checking on the captives he kept hidden, reminding them who held power over their lives.

At the far end of the corridor, Carlson waited. Dressed casually, as though he had no worries in the world, he leaned lazily against the bars of the cell. A smug grin stretched across his face the moment he saw Oswald approach.

"Look who finally made it," Carlson sneered. "Busy day running your empire, brother?"...