Two fierce-looking soldiers hauled a seemingly unconscious man down a stark, sterile hallway. The walls were lined with steel panels, adorned only by the occasional flickering overhead light. The echo of their boots clanging against the concrete floor filled the silence, broken only by the dragging of the man's limp body.
His hands were bound tightly with special handcuffs designed to suppress any abilities, leaving him completely vulnerable.
At the end of the hallway, the soldiers halted before a set of heavy, reinforced doors. One of them slammed a fist against the metal, and the door creaked open.
The walls here were adorned with tactical maps, mission briefs, and various high-tech equipment, all centered around a massive desk. Behind it sat General Silas, whose presence seemed to fill the room. His cold gaze locked onto the soldiers as they dragged the man forward, the air thick with tension.
