The clinking sound of a spoon against porcelain echoed sharply in the executive detention room where Shopia Joy was being held. Her face remained flawless, her hair neatly pinned up, and her lips curled into a faint, poisonous smile. Even behind bars, the aura of power never left her.

In front of her sat a muscular man, hunched over. His face bore the marks of old scars, and his eyes were as sharp as a wild wolf's.

“I want you to send a message to Evalina,” Shopia whispered, her voice cold but cutting. “Tell her... I’m not done. The game has only just begun.”

The man nodded. “And Hunter?”

Shopia...