A massive reinforced glass window stretched across the far side of the concrete room, cold and unfeeling. It overlooked a long, dim hallway where silence seemed to hang heavy in the air. Inside, two metal chairs were bolted to the floor. On them sat Aiden White, only fourteen, and his mother, Panny White, their hands tightly bound with steel cuffs that chafed at their skin.
Before them, a giant monitor played the ongoing game—The Ordinary vs Venganza. The glow of the screen lit their worried faces, casting deep shadows in the already grey room.
Aiden's eyes were fixed on the screen. His voice cracked slightly as he muttered,
"Come on guys… win…"
Beside him, Panny, her eyes closed, head slightly bowed. She was praying—not just for a victory, but for something more. For escape. For hope. For her son.
Aiden turned toward her, his voice quiet but serious.
"Mom…"
She opened her eyes slowly and turned to meet his gaze.
"Aiden…"
