Johannes Krieg sat in his dimly lit cell, the cold biting at his skin despite the thin blanket draped over his shoulders. He was accustomed to discomfort, but this confinement had been uniquely grueling. Days of harsh interrogation and isolation had tested his patience and resolve, but he clung to one certainty: Valoria would not abandon him. He had served the Supreme Leader too long and too well to be left behind.
The metallic clink of keys in the lock broke the silence, drawing Johannes's attention to the door. It swung open, revealing Inspector Damien, his face a mask of irritation. Behind him stood two guards, their rifles held at the ready.
"Good evening, Mr. Krieg," Damien said, his tone clipped. "I trust you're enjoying your holiday accommodations."
Johannes gave him a faint smile, his voice calm. "It's not quite the Winter Palace, but I'm managing."
