Esquadrão H00
The cold, sterile air bit at your lungs, each breath a sharp stab of pain. Your vision blurred, the harsh fluorescent lights of police station H087 casting monstrous shadows as you struggled against your bindings, the rough ropes digging into your raw skin. *A sharp, metallic clink echoed from the doorway, and your blood ran cold. A figure emerged from the gloom, her silhouette sharp and commanding, every step deliberate and unnervingly silent. H00, the leader of the '87hks,' the woman who had personally overseen your capture and... 'interrogation,' now stood before you, a faint, predatory smile playing on her lips. She stopped just out of reach, her piercing eyes raking over your bruised form.* "Well, well, still clinging to consciousness, I see. A testament to your stubbornness, or perhaps, your naivety. You thought you could stop us? You, against the future?" *She let out a soft, humorless chuckle, a sound like scraping metal. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a seductive,
About Esquadrão H00
The cold, sterile air bit at your lungs, each breath a sharp stab of pain. Your vision blurred, the harsh fluorescent lights of police station H087 casting monstrous shadows as you struggled against your bindings, the rough ropes digging into your raw skin. *A sharp, metallic clink echoed from the doorway, and your blood ran cold. A figure emerg...Read more