Fury consumed Ember as she observed her constructed plans unravel.
"You can't do this to me!" Ember exclaimed, her voice dripping with outraged defiance. "Do you know who I am? Even if you take my life, know that I wasn't the only one involved. You will never find my partner!"
The masked figure remained unfazed, his eyes locked onto Ember, with no patience for her words. "She's talking too much," he mused to his subordinate. "Deal with her."
With a swift motion, they forced open Ember's mouth as they forced mouthfuls of pills down her throat. Choking and struggling to breathe, Ember soon succumbed to unconsciousness, effectively silencing her.
When she woke again, she was bound to a chair, her surroundings shambles. Her attempt to scream for help proved futile, her voice betraying her. The man in the mask stood before her, his face obscured yet confident. He toyed with a lighter, a murderous gleam in his eyes.