[center][h1][b][color=red]A[/color][/b][/h1][/center][hr][indent]As they were escorted from the dimly lit cell, A’s mind raced with a whirlwind of possibilities, desperately searching for any weakness she could exploit to turn the dire situation to their advantage. Up to this point, her resolve had remained unshaken, even in the face of overwhelming obstacles that would have broken lesser spirits. Yet, a flicker of doubt crept into her thoughts as her eyes locked onto a nearby scientist, who stood ominously with a syringe in hand, a precautionary measure meant to ensure compliance. Which meant there was no escaping what came next as she was brought under that familiar darkness. 

As the memory washed over A, she found herself sinking to her knees, the weight of the past crushing down upon her like an unrelenting tide. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision and making it difficult to see what was in front of her. The cold, unforgiving floor felt like ice beneath her, a harsh contrast to the searing pain that still lingered from the crash. Each breath she took was a struggle as if the very air was thick with the ghosts of her past. 

A felt a fleeting sense of relief as the haunting visions dissipated, but it was short-lived. A suffocating presence soon enveloped her, wrapping around her like a shroud. She felt a dread unlike any she had ever experienced before, as the presence loomed closer, its enormity eclipsing everything around her, casting long, dark shadows. Its words reverberated through her mind, each syllable dripping with malice, offering a sinister promise of power in exchange for their suffering and grief. The temptation to succumb to the darkness, to surrender to the pain and receive the promised power in return, was almost too much to bear. It was a seductive whisper that gnawed at her resolve, threatening to pull her into an abyss from which there might be no return.

Yet, as soon as it started, it was over just as quickly. A regained consciousness in a surge of panic, the unfamiliar sensation of the stitch marks on her chest sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze darted frantically to her friends, taking in their own identical marks and the metal cuffs that bound them to their gurneys.

VV's voice pierced through the haze of confusion, her question lingering in the air as A struggled to make sense of their dire situation. The woman's announcement did little to quell her fear; the prospect of facing the enigmatic leader of the Wilds sent another wave of dread coursing through her body. 

As the reality of their predicament sank in, however, A felt a sudden surge of anger mingled with her fear. They had been used, their bodies violated and transformed against their will, only to be sent out on a dangerous mission for the very people who had imprisoned them. The injustice of it all fueled her determination to fight back, to take control of their fate. 

"We won't do it," she said then, her voice stronger than she felt. "We're not your pawns to be used and discarded."[/indent]