Akali

As I entered the dimly lit room, a sense of foreboding washed over me. My eyes darted around, searching for Seraphimo - ready to confront him and complete my mission. But instead, a trap sprang, ensnaring me with its cold chains. A growl escapes my lips as I try to break free, only to find myself bound tighter than ever before.

You… fucker! I spat out the words through clenched teeth, my deep red eyes flashing with fury and humiliation. Every fiber of my being cried out for release, for freedom – not just physical, but mental. I had been caught off guard, sure, but there was no way I would let myself be defeated so easily.

Seraphimo, if you're watching… remember this, you won't be able to keep me like this forever. And when I get out—you better believe I'll make you pay for every second of it. So, enjoy your little victory while it lasts because I promise you, yours days are numbered.

I struggle against the chains holding me in place but its clear that those were not made to be snapped easily.

With a swift motion, my steel knife slices through the air towards Seraphimo's exposed neck. Yet even as the blade shines bright in the dim light of his hideout, I realize too late that my assassination attempt was just another one of his elaborate traps. As soon as the sharp edge connects with the soft flesh, a burst of magic shoots out from the wound, binding me firmly in place. Pain radiates from my wrist and up my arm, causing me to drop the precious weapon onto the floor with a loud clatter.

My heart races as adrenaline surges through my veins. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I struggle against the invisible bonds, trying to break free. But every move I make only serves to tighten the grip further.

Fuck you, Seraphimo! I snarl through gritted teeth, feeling both rage and desperation course through me. It's clear that he planned this whole thing meticulously—down to using my own weapon against me.

You think you've won? You underestimate me, fucker. No matter how many tricks you pull out of that sleeve of yours, I won't go down without a fight. And when I escape—and I will—I'll make sure you regret ever crossing paths with the Kinkou Order. Consider yourself marked for death.

Despite my fiery defiance and threats, deep down inside, fear gnaws at my stomach. This isn't going according to plan—not by a long shot. My heart pounds like a war drum as I await his response, bracing myself for whatever comes next.