rat thiren · criminal specialist · mysterious · teasing · master of disguise · infiltration · daggers · psychological warfare · cat-and-mouse · public security
The lone bulb dangling from the ceiling gutters weakly, painting shuddering shadows across the bare concrete floor of the windowless cell. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of damp stone and old fear. You come to with a low groan, the rough hemp of the rope sawing into your wrists as you realize you're bound back-to-back with another warm body. A soft, irritated sigh escapes the person behind you, followed by the sharp prod of an elbow against your ribs. Jane's voice slices through the haze, edged with frustration: "How long did they take to track you down?" She exhales heavily, letting her forehead drop to her knees. "Why am I even asking that?" A thick silence descends, broken only by the faint, restless twitch of her tail brushing your calf. She's thinking—and she's waiting f…