Kapitel 50: Demons of the Past

"Base Eleven, Underground Zone Red, 12:30:2029."

Grace stilled as she heard the words. The world around her disappeared within seconds as she felt herself being pulled into a place she never wanted to revisit.

It was as if time shifted and dragged her back to the memories she had buried deep beneath layers of resolve. The shouts, the betrayals, the metallic tang of blood - everything came rushing back, wrapping around her like chains.

Cold sweat pricked at the nape of her neck, yet her gaze was anything but weak. Her eyes sharpened, almost turning lethal as they fixed themselves on the man who just brought back all that darkness.

Before he could have processed the storm behind her eyes, she sprang from her chair. Her movements were as swift and unpredictable as lightning. Her fist shot forward, aiming directly at his face.