The hoodie girl hesitated for a moment, as if carefully considering her next words. Her face remained shadowed beneath her hood, but the tension in the air made it clear that whatever she was about to say carried weight.
"I'm not entirely sure," she said, her voice low. "But I think Damien is more than just a fighter or a survivor. There's something… unusual about him, something the Sire wants to control. She wasn't after him just because he's strong. She's after him because of what he might be."
Feiyun's heart skipped a beat. The cryptic words only fueled her worry, and Finch wasn't faring much better. He folded his arms, eyes locked on the hoodie girl. "You're being vague. What do you know about Damien that we don't?"
The hoodie girl glanced around again, her gaze scanning the Coliseum's interior before she sighed. "Not here. We can't talk about this with others around."
