In the dimly lit corridor of the underground prison, the air was thick with tension. Das, stood outside the laser barrier of a cell, his eyes fixed on the disheveled figure within.
Inside the prison, Viper continued to stare at him like an arch enemy. Her face got discoloured and she lost her vigour. She used to be a beauty queen when he had captured her in shadow clan, months ago. Torture had marred her beauty, but her spirit, fierce as ever, blazed in her eyes.
"Guess it's your lucky day," Das said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as he signaled the commander to deactivate the barrier.
Viper's gaze didn't waver. "Is my sister here?" she questioned, her voice a blend of hope and anger.
Das chuckled. "Oh, so you know Amara would come for you. Yes, she's here, begging for your life," he taunted.