THE NIGHT SHADOW
To show even a flicker of exhaustion was to invite a consequence far worse than physical pain.
"Focus, Seven!"
The harsh, booming command shattered the tense silence of the underground training facility. The voice belonged to Nimrod, her training coach. Nimrod was a towering man whose frame was built of solid, scarred muscle, and whose temperament was notoriously unyielding. When it came to their daily regimens, he was a merciless taskmaster. He operated under a simple, draconian philosophy: a single mistake on the mats meant a night of starvation. For a growing seventeen-year-old whose life depended on keeping her physical strength at its peak, hunger wasn't just a punishment; it was a psyc
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