“Tell Luke I’m here,” I called out, my voice steady. One of them—tall, broad-shouldered, and holding a rifle like he actually knew how to use it—stepped forward, his gun trained on me. “Are you really willing to stand against your *Darklord*?” I exhaled a slow, measured breath, tilting my head. “If you so much as touch me, he’ll rip you apart himself,” I said smoothly, a smirk tugging at my lips. “You really think he’ll let you keep your head if you harm someone like *me*?” That gave him pause. His grip on the weapon didn’t loosen, but his stance shifted. He turned slightly, whispering something to the other guard. After a moment of hushed deliberation, they both moved forward and grabbed me, their grip firm but not cruel. As they dragged me inside, I kept my eyes sharp, committing every detail to memory—security cameras mounted high in the corners, blind spots where shadows pooled, structural weaknesses in the walls. Unnecessary gaps, weak reinforcements. I stumbled forward
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