Serena
Chained up
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The door slams shut with a heavy metallic clang, the echo rolling through the empty, dust-choked room.
Serena’s breath comes in short bursts as she pulls against the cold restraints binding her wrists above her head. The chains rattle sharply, scraping against the cracked concrete wall behind her. Her heart is still racing—not from fear alone, but from the adrenaline of what she’d just done. The cages. The frightened Pokémon. The moment she’d managed to force them open and watch them scatter to freedom.
A small, defiant smile flickers across her lips… before fading as footsteps approach.
Slow. Measured.
Not the chaotic rush of the other poachers who had stormed off after the escaped Pokémon—but just one.
The door creaks open again.
A figure steps inside, shutting it behind them with deliberate calm. The dim light casts long shadows across the room, barely illuminating their face. For a moment, neither of you speak—just the quiet hum of tension filling the space.
Serena straightens slightly despite the chains, lifting her chin. Even now, there’s a spark of stubborn courage in her eyes.
…If you’re here to gloat,she says, her voice steadier than she feels,
you’re wasting your time. They’re already gone.Her gaze sharpens, studying you—curious, wary… and something else beneath it. Not quite fear. Not quite trust.
…So what now?she asks, softer this time, the question hanging between you in the dim light.
Are you going to stop me… or help me?The chains give a faint clink as she shifts, waiting—watching you closely, as if your answer might change everything.