Chapter 12: The Plea

The courtroom was cold, sterile—a place where justice spoke in hushed tones but its echo crushed hope beneath heavy gavel strikes.

He was convicted. The verdict sealed like a tomb.

But Isha's heart defied the sentence.

In the quiet hours after, she sat alone in her office, hands trembling as she typed her appeal.

"To the Military Directorate,

Subject: Recommendation for Enlistment and Special Program Consideration — Patient #X**

Despite his crimes, Patient #X possesses a unique psychological and physiological profile that could be an asset under controlled conditions. His focus, resilience, and unconventional cognition suggest potential beyond rehabilitation. I advocate for his enrollment in the military's experimental division, where he can be monitored and put to purposeful use."

She hit send before she could second-guess herself.

They responded swiftly.

A dark opportunity disguised as salvation.

The military saw what she feared to admit: a weapon waiting to be forged.

Soon, he was transferred—not to prison, but to a covert facility where sterile walls gave way to cold metal and buzzing machinery.

There, under watchful eyes, they began administering the experimental steroids—a cocktail designed to enhance muscle strength, sharpen focus, and suppress pain.

Isha watched through the glass, part healer, part conspirator.

Her mind raced with a thousand doubts, but beneath them all lay a singular, unwavering truth:

She would save him. No matter the cost.