Chaos in Her Mind

The room felt colder now. Empty, but heavy.

Rina sat there a moment longer, staring at the screen Victoria Quinn's face, the chemical profile of Pulse Red, the scattered fragments of Sybil's elusive presence. Pieces of a puzzle that didn't quite fit… yet.

Her mind raced.

Why now?

Why this shit?

Who was it really for?

She rubbed her temples. Her gut was talking that ancient instinct she'd honed over centuries.

Something bigger was brewing. This wasn't just street-level smuggling.

But she was tired. So tired.

She stood, grabbing her jacket, locking the system with a quick scan of her hand.

"Home. Recharge. Think clearer tomorrow."… Right?"

Her boots echoed down the hallway as she left the office, the sterile lights buzzing faintly above. Each step felt heavier like the weight of her past pressing down again.

Her thoughts twisted together like wires sparking in her brain.

The war. The sword. Blood in the dirt. Her mother's scream.

Flight through the sky freedom or escape?

Captain Rina Hunter, a decorated soldier.

Hunterrina, the ancient immortal who watched kingdoms rise and fall.

Her heart pounded as she stepped into the night air.

What if this was the beginning of another fall?

She inhaled deeply. The cool breeze did little to quiet her thoughts.

Chaos. Always chaos.

But she was built for it.

She'd survive. She always did.

She walked home, fists in her pockets, red hair catching the faint glow of neon lights.

The city was sleeping. But something in the shadows was stirring.