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Today, the ledger had a new entry. A name written in mental ink that might as well have been blood. Warden Cross.
She didn't move to stop him. "Go ahead. Press it."
Karryn stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She locked it.
"What happened?" he asked.
The prison’s underground classified her dossier in hushed, mythologized whispers. They weren't skills she learned. They weren't powers she was given. They were the bedrock of her psyche, the unshakeable laws of her own personal universe, forged in the fires of a childhood she never spoke of and a betrayal that had landed her here.
Cross went pale.
"Because," Karryn said, leaning in, "if the farm becomes profitable, he won't need a syndicate. He'll need order. Silence. He'll purge anyone who can't be broken. That's you. That's all of you. The gambit shows a 94% probability that within six months, the only people left in Gen Pop will be his vegetables."
It started subtly. He transferred her cellmate, a gentle, terrified woman named Elara who Karryn had silently protected. In her place, he put a monster. A man they called The Clockwork, a former accountant who had embezzled a fortune and then dismembered his partners. He was neat, soft-spoken, and utterly devoid of empathy.
Today, the ledger had a new entry. A name written in mental ink that might as well have been blood. Warden Cross.
She didn't move to stop him. "Go ahead. Press it."
Karryn stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She locked it.
"What happened?" he asked.
The prison’s underground classified her dossier in hushed, mythologized whispers. They weren't skills she learned. They weren't powers she was given. They were the bedrock of her psyche, the unshakeable laws of her own personal universe, forged in the fires of a childhood she never spoke of and a betrayal that had landed her here.
Cross went pale.
"Because," Karryn said, leaning in, "if the farm becomes profitable, he won't need a syndicate. He'll need order. Silence. He'll purge anyone who can't be broken. That's you. That's all of you. The gambit shows a 94% probability that within six months, the only people left in Gen Pop will be his vegetables."
It started subtly. He transferred her cellmate, a gentle, terrified woman named Elara who Karryn had silently protected. In her place, he put a monster. A man they called The Clockwork, a former accountant who had embezzled a fortune and then dismembered his partners. He was neat, soft-spoken, and utterly devoid of empathy.
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