Story 611: The Calm Before the Storm

The cave was dimly lit by flickering torches, their flames casting jagged shadows across the rocky walls. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood at the entrance, arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on the captive before him.

Lieutenant Harlan Quinn was barely conscious, his body slumped against the stone wall, dried blood crusted over his wounds. He had endured a night of Kruger’s methods, yet still refused to break. The rebel leader’s resilience was rare—almost admirable.

Behind Kruger, Eva ‘Black Widow’ Morales leaned against a stalagmite, twirling a knife between her fingers. "He’s stubborn," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "I like that. But we both know how this ends."

Kruger remained silent for a moment before speaking, his voice low and commanding. "Everyone has a breaking point. We will find his."