Doesn’t Matter

Rina didn't even glance back. "Yeah, yeah. Get in line." Her tone was dismissive as she pushed open the heavy steel door.

She walked through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, her mind already miles ahead. Victoria Quinn's threats didn't scare her she had faced worse. People like Quinn loved to hear themselves talk, loved to think they were inevitable. But Rina had been around long enough to know no one was untouchable.

Once outside, she took a deep breath, feeling the cool night air against her skin. With a quick scan of her surroundings, making sure no one was watching, she took off into the sky.

Her body felt lighter, faster like she belonged in the air more than on the ground.

As the prison faded beneath her, her mind focused ahead. Sybil. Pulse Red. Whatever was coming next.

Victoria's words still echoed in her head, but Rina didn't care.

She'd deal with it. Just like she always did.