Leon's POV
I had lost all sense of ti.
Trapped in this lifeless void, where the sterile white walls bled into one another, ti had beco aningless. I couldn't tell whether it had been days, weeks, or even months since I first set foot in this place. But one thing was certain—my won must be worried sick.
I should have left them a ssage. At the very least, a single word to let them know what I was about to do.
But it was too late for that now.
My current reality was a cold, isolated prison cell. The design was ticulous, reinforced with materials that reeked of paranoia—walls engineered to withstand destruction, doors that locked with an ominous finality. There was nothing here but a single white bed, and even that felt more like an insult than comfort. My wrists and ankles were shackled, thick chains anchoring to the wall, their cold bite a constant reminder of my captivity.
I exhaled slowly.
How long are they planning to keep here?
I had assud they would at least attempt to determine my intentions—to judge whether I was a threat or not. But no trial ca. No questions. Only this silent, drawn-out imprisonnt.
I could escape.
These bindings, no matter how advanced, were nothing more than an inconvenience. If I truly wanted to, I could break free within seconds. But doing so would only cause unnecessary trouble. Right now, I needed to be patient.
Still, this situation was grating.
Not only was I restrained, but I had been deprived of sothing far worse—intimacy.
It had been far too long since I last had sex. I could normally control my urges, but this was stretching my patience to its limits. When I first arrived, I had expected to resolve everything in a matter of days, perhaps a week at most. Yet ti dragged on with no end in sight.
Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling, my mind drifting between thoughts—until a sudden tallic clank shattered the silence.
The door to my cell groaned as it swung open.
Imdiately, the atmosphere shifted.
A wave of uniford officers flooded the room, their movents precise and calculated. In their hands, they carried firearms unlike anything I had seen before—massive, sleek weapons pulsating with an eerie glow. These weren't conventional guns. They weren't designed to fire bullets. No, these things looked like they could disintegrate anything they struck.
And all of them were aid directly at .
Then, amidst the ard personnel, a lone figure stepped forward.
She was the only one unard. The only one without a uniform.
I recognized her instantly.
The sa woman I had spoken to before being dragged into this cell.
Everything about her radiated intelligence—from her sharp, calculating gaze to the poised way she carried herself. She appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, her stark white hair cascading over her shoulders, contrasting against her piercing crimson eyes.
She exuded authority.
And when she spoke, her voice was crisp and commanding.
"Otherworlder," she began, her gaze unwavering. "Your trial—regarding whether or not you pose a threat to this world—will now comnce." Her eyes flickered to my restraints, her tone sharpening. "I strongly advise against any foolish actions. The weapons aid at you possess enough firepower to reduce you to ashes in an instant."
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
"I already told you—I'm not going to do anything." My tone was laced with boredom, my chains rattling slightly as I shrugged. "And besides, what the hell took you so long? Do you have any idea how bored I've been?"
Her expression remained unreadable, but sothing in her gaze darkened.
"You have no right to complain about leisure," she stated coldly. "And whether or not your innocence is proven, know this—you will not be granted freedom. You will be under constant surveillance, monitored twenty-four hours a day, every single day."
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
So, no matter what happened…
I was still a prisoner.
Then, without warning, I was yanked from the bed, my body dragged upright as the cold chains binding my arms and ankles to the wall rattled ominously. The mont the locks disengaged, the tal restraints snapped together like magnets, forcibly clamping my wrists together in front of .
"Now, move," the woman commanded, her voice devoid of emotion.
Two officers stepped forward, each taking position at my sides. Their weapons—those futuristic firearms pulsing with lethal energy—were now pressed against at point-blank range, ensuring I had no opportunity for resistance. Without hesitation, they forced forward, shoving out of the sterile confinent of my cell.
These weapons…
They weren't ordinary firearms. They were sothing far beyond conventional technology—capable of piercing even a Guardian. The sheer advancent of their weaponry was astonishing, beyond anything I had expected. How had their civilization reached this level? And if they had, what else were they hiding?
As I was being led through the stark, lifeless corridors, sothing caught my eye.
A group of researchers stood gathered around what appeared to be… a portal. It was small, flickering with unstable energy, but unmistakable in its purpose. A gateway. They were studying it intensely, their movents careful, ticulous. This wasn't just a theory—it was an active experint. They were researching interdinsional travel, the possibility of traversing between worlds.
Fascinating.
"What are you looking at? Move!"
A rough shove from behind jolted forward. The officer's voice was sharp, impatient.
However, I had already made up my mind.
I wasn't staying here any longer.
I was breaking out.
Summoning Ayuru, I felt her materialize instantly in my grasp, her familiar weight settling into my palm like an extension of my own will. Without a mont's hesitation, I unleashed my strength, shattering the restraints binding .
The officer who had shoved barely had ti to react before my blade found his neck.
In one swift motion, his head was severed, his body collapsing in a graceless heap.
"Wha—!?"
The others froze in stunned silence.
That hesitation was their downfall.
I lunged, my movents swift and precise, cutting through them one by one. There was no rcy, no hesitation—only the cold efficiency of death as Ayuru carved through flesh and bone, severing heads with brutal precision.
So attempted to retaliate, their fingers instinctively pulling the triggers of their weapons.
I dodged.
The energy blasts seared through the air, scorching everything they touched. The sheer force behind them was imnse. Had even a single shot landed, I would have been reduced to ashes. But as long as I wasn't hit, it didn't matter.
The sterile white floors and walls of the facility were no longer white.
They were painted in crimson.
Blood pooled beneath fallen bodies, seeping into the once-immaculate environnt, turning it into a grotesque masterpiece of slaughter.
Dodging, slashing, killing—until no one was left standing.
Except for her.
The woman stood motionless amidst the carnage, her crimson eyes wide, montarily caught in shock.
Then, her expression hardened.
Snapping back to reality, she lunged for a fallen officer's weapon, gripping it tightly before swinging it up to aim directly at .
Then, she fired.
I didn't even flinch.
The shot streaked past , searing the air just beside my body. Though she had aid directly at , her accuracy was abysmal. There was no need to dodge.
She fired again. And again.
I stood still, watching impassively as she emptied her weapon, her hands trembling ever so slightly. I let her. There was no urgency, no reason to move. Eventually, the gun ceased firing, the trigger clicking uselessly as she desperately attempted to shoot once more.
So, it had limited ammunition.
I lowered my gaze, eting her eyes.
She was trying not to show fear. Her crimson irises burned with defiance, a steely resolve refusing to break even in the face of inevitable defeat. She was brave—determined, even. But defiance was not what I needed.
I needed her.
Without a word, I brought the blunt side of Ayuru down against the back of her neck. Her body tensed for a brief mont before she collapsed, unconscious.
Then, suddenly—
Blaring sirens filled the air.
The entire facility was bathed in flashing red and white light, a clear indication that an ergency signal had been triggered. The sound was deafening, an ear-piercing alarm ant to summon reinforcents.
I turned sharply, my eyes locking onto the source.
One of the researchers—
A woman with jet-black hair, cut into a hi style, her long bangs covering most of her face—stood before a terminal, her hand pressed firmly against a large red button.
So, she was the one who activated the distress signal.
I had no ti to waste.
In an instant, I dashed toward her, closing the distance between us in re seconds. Before she could react, I struck the back of her head with the blunt edge of my blade. Her body crumpled, her consciousness snuffed out in an instant.
Without hesitation, I grabbed both unconscious won, securing them in my arms—
And fled the scene.
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