15 years before the main story.
Somewhere in the middle of the ocean…
A massive vessel drifted across the waves. A colossal ship spanning over ten miles long and a mile wide. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of escort ships hovered nearby like satellites around a planet.
Each was armed, alert, and positioned with precision.
Inside the heart of the main ship, behind layers of steel corridors and security doors, a single room sat sealed.
Inside that room was a little girl. She had jet-black hair and eyes like dark gems. She was quiet, curious, and far too observant for her age.
She walked up to the mirror-paneled door and peered through the glass slit. A guard stood on the other side, stiff and silent.
"Hey, mister," she called out softly. "I'm hungry."
The man turned at the sound of her voice, his stern expression faltering. A moment later, he returned with a tray of food and slid it through the chamber's secure opening.
Lesley's eyes sparkled as she looked at the tray.
