The Million-Dollar Heart

In Rivenwood, in the depths of an off-the-grid prison unlike any other, the inmates were not your garden-variety criminals. Not even the hardened murderers found solace within these walls.

At present, this prison housed a mere trio of prisoners.

Flynn, Scott, and Fiona Ellington.

Fiona, though her body was a patchwork of decay, possessed sensory faculties that rivaled a healthy man in his prime. However, this heightened perception meant she also endured agonies far beyond the ker of ordinary humans.

Flynn, too, lived each day in excruciating pain, a modern-day Prometheus, his vitals ravaged daily, only to regenerate each dawn anew. This was Vivienne's brand of retribution.

Scott, in contrast, seemed almost content. Free from the physical torment, his punishment was a Sisyphean task of endless paperwork. He accepted his fate with a disarming calmness, even pointing out errors for correction by his wardens from the Vanguard Agency.

Many said Scott was the quietest of the three.

Vivienne and Karen arrived to find Soren and Anna waiting at the gate.

"Ms. Vivienne, Ms. Karen," Anna greeted as she adorned their wrists with security bands.

Back then, Vivienne was Percival's wife, and Percival was the deputy. Thus, she had never needed such measures before, but times had changed.

Soren collected all their communication devices, casting curious glances at Karen. She gave him a playful warning, "Hotshot, any more staring, and you'll be crossing a line."

"My apologies, Captain," Soren blurted a tad too quickly.

His curiosity stemmed from wondering why Percival respected Karen so much to call her master.

"Don't call me Captain; I have no plans of returning to the Vanguard Agency," Karen said with a smirk before stepping through the threshold.

structure and protocol. Freedom was what Karen thrived on, and the Agency was anything but. "Mom, this way," Vivienne gestured toward a cell on

eyes were drawn to the left,

cell, the former head boss of CK, known

but something about that cell made her skin crawl-a

unease and offered, "Mom, do you want to

back to reality.

at Scott's cell to find him making the most of his confinement by exercising in a meticulously clean

be enjoying yourself,"

been Belle's stand-in, he and Karen

her voice, Scott froze, his body tensing up. Without turning, he knew it was her. But he could not bring himself to look, fearing the disappointment if he had

a word. She could tell just how strong Scott's feelings toward Karen were, or he would not have

about that at all, and neither would

could be considered Karen's old flame, it was only polite to give

took a seat. "Old friend,

wide with disbelief. Approaching the bars that separated them, his hands shook

was her. She

as if to touch her face like old times, but the electric barrier was a cruel reminder of the

maintained her characteristic smile. "Looks like I'm doing

nerves. "Karen, have you

cracked,

"I've been fine,

Thousands of

sat in silence for a moment before Karen