Chapter 822 - 824
The corridor opened into a larger space, a chamber filled with outdated technology, rusted control panels, and broken monitors that flickered weakly, displaying distorted images.
But the figure wasn’t here for the machinery. They approached the center of the room, where a single chair stood, chains coiled around its base.
A body sat in that chair, unmoving. The dim light cast shadows across their face, making it difficult to tell if they were conscious. The figure took another step forward, the sound of their boots against the concrete sharp in the silence.
"You’ve been waiting," they said, their voice even, devoid of emotion.
The person in the chair stirred, their head lifting slightly, though the effort seemed almost too much. A dry chuckle escaped their lips. "Took your time."
"You knew I’d come."
A slow nod, though the motion looked painful. "Eventually."
There was no immediate response. The figure simply studied the prisoner, their gaze unreadable. Finally, they reached into their coat and withdrew a small, silver device, no larger than a coin. They placed it on the armrest of the chair, pressing their fingers against it for a moment before stepping back.
A faint vibration filled the air as the device activated, sending out a low-frequency pulse that only those attuned to it would recognize.
The prisoner tensed. "You know what you’re doing?"
"Yes."