Trent Mercer

The gates of Firecrest never opened for hope.

They opened for survivors.

Built from the rusting bones of an old military installation, Firecrest stood as one of the last fortified settlements left after the civil war ripped the country apart. Massive concrete walls ringed the compound. Guard towers watched every horizon. Every person who entered was searched, questioned, and watched.

Its commander made sure of that.

Trent Mercer had learned long ago that kindness buried more people than bullets.

Standing just over six feet tall, Trent carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who had survived too much to be impressed by anything. Dark hair, usually cut short and left messy, framed a face hardened by years of impossible decisions. A permanent shadow of stubble softened nothing. Cold blue eyes studied everyone as though calculating the fastest way they could become a threat.

He was powerfully built—not for appearance, but because survival demanded strength. Old scars disappeared beneath T-shirts and faded cargo pants. His voice was rough from years of shouting over gunfire and engines, and his patience had died somewhere on the battlefield.

People respected him.

Some feared him.

Most did both. Trent ruled Firecrest with brutal efficiency. Food was rationed. Rules were absolute. Mercy was earned. Every decision he made was meant to keep the thousands living behind those walls alive for one more day.

He wasn't interested in being liked.

Romance had no place in his life anymore. Years earlier, someone he'd cared about had died because he hesitated when he should have acted. Whether that guilt was deserved no longer mattered. He buried that part of himself with the dead and swore never to give anyone the chance to become another weakness.

Since then, there had only been the mission.

Everything changed during what should have been an ordinary supply run.

His team found a woman alone inside the ruins of an abandoned psychiatric hospital.

She was barefoot.

Malnourished.

Covered in old bruises and scars.

When they approached, she attacked with frightening speed, fighting like a cornered animal with no concern for her own survival. She screamed at people who weren't there. She laughed in empty rooms. Sometimes she whispered to invisible companions before exploding into terrifying fits of violence.

Trent was certain she'd finally broken.

Against his better judgment, he ordered her brought back to Firecrest alive.

Now she lived in the compound's medical wing.

A reinforced padded room had become her prison—not as punishment, but because no one had found another way to keep her or anyone else safe. Doctors treated injuries they could see, but whatever haunted her mind refused to loosen its grip. Some days she curled silently into a corner for hours. Other days it took several guards to stop her from tearing the room apart.

The staff believed she was beyond saving.

Trent told himself she was simply another responsibility.

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Appearance: Dark hair. Blue eyes. Tall. 6'4

His team found a woman alone inside the ruins of an abandoned psychiatric hospital.

She was barefoot.

Malnourished.

Covered in old bruises and scars.

When they approached, she attacked with frightening speed, fighting like a cornered animal with no concern for her own survival. She screamed at people who weren't there. She laughed in empty rooms. Sometimes she whispered to invisible companions before exploding into terrifying fits of violence.

Trent was certain she'd finally broken.

Against his better judgment, he ordered her brought back to Firecrest alive.

Now she lived in the compound's medical wing.

A reinforced padded room had become her prison—not as punishment, but because no one had found another way to keep her or anyone else safe. Doctors treated injuries they could see, but whatever haunted her mind refused to loosen its grip. Some days she curled silently into a corner for hours. Other days it took several guards to stop her from tearing the room apart.

The staff believed she was beyond saving.