Chapter 1: The Last Bullet
Blood thundered in Amanda Lane's ears, a steady roar of adrenaline and resolve. The battlefield behind her was soaked in smoke, fire, and the screams of dying men. Her hands trembled as she checked her weapon empty. Not a single bullet left.
She had run for two hours, weaving through dense ruins and shattered roads, hunted like prey. Her enemies The Crimson Vow, a brutal mafia syndicate were relentless. But Amanda was a warrior. She didn't surrender.
Until now.
Rough hands seized her from behind, yanking her to her knees. She didn't scream. She didn't beg. A hard fist cracked across her jaw and blackness danced at the edge of her vision.
When Amanda awoke, the world had changed.
She was in a cell made of iron and shadows. Chains lined the walls like warnings. A single light flickered above, casting a pale glow over the cold stone floor. Her hands were bound, but her spirit? Unbroken.
They held her for two days.
No one spoke to her. No food. No water. Only silence and the occasional echo of footsteps beyond the bars. She spent every moment memorizing the room, the guard rotations, even the cracks in the walls. Amanda Lane didn't believe in hopeless situations only strategy.
Then on the third morning, everything shifted.