Three bunkers down held the top military personnel in the Arcane militia's intelligence. Under extreme security clearances and top-secret walkways, Quinn was laying naked on a cold prison floor. The frigid conditions matched most of the militia's heart; it's hard to believe blood flows through them at all.

A dirty woolen tunic provides warmth for his trauma, tossed on him by a guard.Even though sullied, the cloth on his frightened skin felt like cotton with an immeasurable thread ...