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.

discomfort with the Agency's rigid structure and protocol. Freedom was what Karen thrived on, and the Agency was anything but. "Mom, this

drawn to the left,

boss of CK,

about that cell made her skin crawl-a reluctance mingled with

and offered, "Mom, do you

to reality. "No, let's move

the most of his confinement by exercising in a

be enjoying yourself," Karen

and Scott had not been the second-in-command of GTO and had not been Belle's stand-in, he and Karen might have been good friends, like she

hearing 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

tell just how strong Scott's feelings toward Karen

about that at all, and neither

considered Karen's old flame, it was only

a seat. "Old

them, his hands shook

was her. She

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

her characteristic smile. "Looks

let go, the current vanishing from his nerves. "Karen, have you been well

voice cracked,

nodded. "I've been

failing him. Thousands of thoughts choked

in silence for a moment before Karen spoke