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.

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

eyes were drawn to the left, to a cell secured with a state-of-the-art

former head boss of CK, known as White Tiger," Vivienne

but something about that cell made her

"Mom, do you

reality. "No, let's move

arrived at Scott's cell to find him making the most of his confinement by exercising

be enjoying yourself," Karen

had not been Belle's stand-in, he and Karen might have been

body tensing up. Without turning, he knew it was her. But he could

tell just how strong Scott's feelings toward Karen were, or he would not have gone easy

about that at all, and neither would

old flame,

a seat. "Old friend,

Scott turned, his eyes wide with disbelief. Approaching the bars that separated them, his hands shook as currents zapped from

was her. She was

old times, but the electric barrier was a cruel reminder of the distance between them. His hand lingered

characteristic smile. "Looks like I'm doing

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

voice cracked,

"I've been fine,

Thousands of

silence for a moment before Karen spoke